FEIGNING

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah Woah Chorus Make 'em bleed for the season I got pretty tings overseas, yeah Seas, yeah, yeah Shopping sprees for a week, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Like FBG, I got free bands, yeah Free bands Above the trees, hard to breathe in Hard to breathe in We spending G's for no reason, yeah Yeah Better go sleep, she not leavin', yeah Leavin' Crib in the hills like I'm fiendin', yeah Verse 1 Huh, huh, huh 'Bout a dollar, huh, huh Woah Whip that Panamera, yeah Piss in my ring, diamonds canary yellow Ooh I'm sippin' codeine, I'm movin' slower than Donatello Donatello I doubt that she don't let me fuck, but I swear I won't sweat her Nah I'm runnin' the millions up, on God, my fam doin' better On God Bein' broke didn't break us apart, got rich, we still together Still together, we still together We storm the weather, you get jammed, I'll write you letters Write you letters We flock of feathers Yeah, the parasailers Yeah Gave her a groove like Stella, my vocals makin' her pussy wetter Wetter Bought a new Louis flannel, flowers all over my white Margielas White Margiela Chorus Make 'em bleed for the season I got pretty tings overseas, yeah Seas, yeah, yeah Shopping sprees for a week, yeah Yeah Like FBG, I got free bands, yeah Free bands Above the trees, hard to breathe in We spending G's for no reason, yeah Yeah Better go sleep, she not leavin', yeah Leavin' Crib in the hills like I'm fiendin', yeah Verse 2 Huh, huh Feel the Miley Cyrus, yeah We gettin' geeked up at the private party, yeah, yeah Leak, it ain't no secret, know I drip the hardest Drip the hardest The valet can't hold my key, I let my people park it People park it Got that Escalade BP 'cause I might be a target Bulletproof My fans screamin' at me, say I'm they favorite artist Favorite artist Pay what I want, no back and forth, don't do no bargain Do no bargain We cross the margin Cross the margin Fuck niggas barkin', main reason I keep a carbon Yeah We burn like arsons Yeah Snakes in the garden Yeah We rich, I beg you pardon My lil' niece is startin' Niece is startin' The vehicles foreign Foreign Feel like I'm soarin' Yeah Chorus Make 'em bleed for the season I got pretty tings overseas, yeah Seas, yeah, yeah Shopping sprees for a week, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Like FBG, I got free bands, yeah Free bands Above the trees, hard to breathe in Hard to breathe in We spending G's for no reason, yeah Yeah Better go sleep, she not leavin', yeah Leavin' Crib in the hills like I'm fiendin', yeah Outro Yeah, yeah, yeah