Feenin lyrics

[Intro]
Eh Twaun, turn that beat up

[Chorus: Jabo]
I want the money, I came up from nothing, now they got me feening
Been counting my blessings, these n*ggas can't hate me, I’m [?]
My n*gga got shot a hundred times on the block, left him bleeding
[?] n*gga got a whole team, gotta feed them
I'm a real street n*gga, I'm finna turn up on them hoes
I got bad b*tches calling, they be blowing up my phone
I got n*ggas dead and gone, [?] never coming back
I got diamonds [?] pocket [?] racks

[Verse 1: Jabo]
I’m in my zone again, it's on again
I'm in this b*tch with a hundred, play with [?] and we bussing
I just spent a quarter, it's nothing
Ride round in the coupe, me and Sunny
Go hit Magic City, throw your budget
All the bad b*tches, thеy gon' love it
You play with Jabo, then they rushing
That's your wifеy, n*gga, better cuff her
We be up and down the interstate, gotta go and drop it [?]
These n*ggas playing like they [?]
But I know some n*ggas that be tougher
You might be f*cking with them bands, [?] you still a [?]
[?] straight up out the street
Water whippin, me and Street
I just caught me a 40 pack, it was washed up on the beach
n*gga know I'm big dawg, off the leash
Call the team, tell them eat
Bring the real n*ggas to the feast
Rap them up and put them in the [?]
Jabo
[Chorus: Jabo]
I want the money, I came up from nothing, now they got me feening
Been counting my blessings, these n*ggas can't hate me, I’m [?]
My n*gga got shot a hundred times on the block, left him bleeding
[?] n*gga got a whole team, gotta feed them
I’m a real street n*gga, I'm finna turn up on them hoes
I got bad b*tches calling, they be blowing up my phone
I got n*ggas dead and gone, [?] never coming back
I got diamonds [?] pocket [?] racks

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
I did this sh*t up on my lonely, rest in peace to Speaker Knockerz
I keep [?] in the cut with me, and he sleep with a chopper
Millionaire still in the streets, even though it’s hotter than lava
Guaranteed to cross you pus*y n*ggas, but I won't cross my partners
Your b*tch, she can tell you n*ggas I stay with them racks
Ask your boss man, he can tell you I [?] them packs
I take a loss, you take a loss, yeah, you know what's up with that
I tought the world how to finesse, now it's in everybody raps
B.M.F.B.G., yeah, that’s the same gang
Everybody juuging and trapping, we don't gangbang
S.F.E., [?] for you pus*ys, man
You n*ggas staying broke forever, for all that hating, man

[Chorus: Jabo]
I want the money, I came up from nothing, now they got me feening
Been counting my blessings, these n*ggas can't hate me, I'm [?]
My n*gga got shot a hundred times on the block, left him bleeding
[?] n*gga got a whole team, gotta feed them
I'm a real street n*gga, I'm finna turn up on them hoes
I got bad b*tches calling, they be blowing up my phone
I got n*ggas dead and gone, [?] never coming back
I got diamonds [?] pocket [?] racks