[Intro: Felix]
Yeah, ayy (Yeah, ayy)
[?] unplugged my ear [?] (Yeah, ayy)
[Chorus: Felix]
I can't say what's up, ayy
Lost my trust, ayy
We done called yo' bluff, ayy
Y'all just not that tough, ayy
Got yo' feelings crushed, ayy
[Verse 1: Louie Pastel]
'94 to the eight, sideways
Weak, weak, seven days
Had to have traffic on the highway
Let that bitch leave and need a [?]
Wait, why you screamin', huh?
'Cause I got demons, huh
Angel left my shoulder, me, he say he schemin', huh
Left my markup on this Earth, [?], huh
And I know these scared of me, the [?], huh
From the land where they mask up
V for Vendеtta, the [data?], the bettеr the opps or an obstacle
Popsicles, optional
Freeze up yo' neck and the [neck?] from the [?] come
[?] the testosterone
Rational, I sat back and watched my confidence become minuscule
[than they do in?] any school
[?] cool, never be long like interludes, pitiful
Watched my uncle introduce to tools so these hoes knew the motherfuckin' drill, uh
Louie P, Louie P, how the fuck you feel, huh?
Picture sweet, on my pickle since I got that deal, huh
Sick in the head, sick in the head, had to go pop me a pill, huh
Sick in the head, sick in the head, everybody know that I'm ill, huh
[?] jewish fuck around and have a drink, but I'm not a shooter, uh (Nah)
[High school?] flow, [?] yo' tape, fuck around, call me [?]
[Verse 2: Felix]
Yeah, we can all count on Felix, he gon' lead the hoes (Yeah, woah)
And with the big mean mugs need to leave the hoes and (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Big [bad?], big bitches come in all types (Yeah)
When you see 'em on sight, you can bet them dogs bite (Ayy, ayy)
[?] stompin' in his head, got my dogs bitin' (Got my dogs, ayy)
Occupation: rapper, secondary is an [?] ([?], ayy)
Shorty like my hat, screamin' out [the?] world I'm popular (Oh my God, is that a [?])
Tipsy, tryna flirt, couldn't catch what she was tossin', huh (Ayy, ayy)
No, I'm not awkward at all, mhm
I just be dropping the bomb, mhm (Ayy, ayy)
I just be tryna dissolve, mhm (Ayy)
Her pussy water like falls, mhm (Uh-huh)
The world could be endin' tomorrow, mhm (I know)
And I wouldn't be bothered at all (No)
You switch on yo' boys, no Nintendos on my side (My side)
Want beeft they get hit in the Ribeye (Bye-bye)
I walk in the room, it's more juice than a [?] ([?])
Not with the bullshit and not on the [?] ([?])
Pop shit, we pop up, then pop out, like tie-dye (Tie-dye)
Big Seven, we don't do Balenciaga (-ciaga)
Beat that boy down and it [smell?] like an [archive?]
