You Feel Me lyrics

I wanted to pop a n*gga top cause he owe me months
I just blew four bands and [] call it having fun
Me and my n*gga [] was only kids, Simpsons hit and run
They gotta bring a K-9 to my load to find this hidden gun
Funk with a n*gga, I'm not trippin', b*tch that's where I'm from
You think this n*gga hotter than 1100 get your money back
I tried to put the jank, 11 up, they said they f*ck with that
I buy a dread wig and spin your block where blood clot at
Or give a dub to a dope fiend where blood spot at
n*gga throwin' up, what time? Where your block at?
You a lil' n*gga in your hood, I'm a top hat
How you gettin' five shootouts and never a shot back?
Your big n*gga should be ashamed, girl, you get that Glock back
I went to Highline and they don't know you, get that watch back
And that's the same sh*t that got my lil' n*gga popped at
Keep your mouth closed and all the charges, they gon' drop that
You feel me? Imma blast mine
This n*gga sweatin' in his pictures like it's halftime
I used to do them janky shows for the halftime
And when I walked up in the mall, I spent a [?] five
And when I looked up in the mirror, I see a bad guy
And get the rates into that bag just like the Fast Five
And I firebomb your crib like a landmine
And every time I'm in that jam, I'm a damn mime
You feel me? Like a mime in the box
I turn into the leven wolf at nine on the dot
This n*gga got his ass beaten, now he buying the Glock
And he done got that b*tch took, now he buying the chop