FEEFA Lyrics – 6ix9ine ft. Gunna

[Chorus: Gunna]
Trapped on one stop, served my own block
Bought my own watch (Own watch)
Loaded Glock, letting that thing pop (Pop)
They can't freeze us (Freeze us)
Skybox, we been at the top, they can't see us (See us)
Big knots, f**k the dirty cops (Hey Michael)
They can't seize nothing
Big shot, f**k that little thot, I don't need y'all
I stay high, f**ked her and forgot, like amnesia
Real fly, yellow Prada socks, bumblebee, uh
I'm that guy, Dior suit and tie, fresh and clean, uh

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
The streets so cold, gotta ride with a pole
Gotta stay ready for the smoke
'cause n!ggas tryna take my soul
I can't go
Thought n!ggas was my bros, but they changed though
N!ggas don't know sh!t 'bout that
How the f**k a n!gga switch like that?
Gotta ride with a stick 'bout that
Pull a grip from the hip like that
Keep it around me, I can't never lack
N!ggas around me, they stay with the strap
Move from around me, or you could get whacked
I see an opp and I'm leaving him flat, oh-oh

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Percocet, b!tches on me, I'm a walking brand
Stacking these bands, show like 80 a grand
Hoes in the Sprinter van
Pulling up spraying, bullet holes in the trash cans
I'ma erase your man
Gunna again, I'll never follow your trend
N!gga, you do what you can

[Chorus: Gunna]
Trapped on one stop, served my own block
Bought my own watch (Own watch)
Loaded Glock, letting that thing pop (Pop)
They can't freeze us (Freeze us)
Skybox, we been at the top, they can't see us (See us)
Big knots, f**k the dirty cops, they can't seize nothing
Big shot, f**k that little thot, I don't need y'all
I stay high, f**ked her and forgot, like amnesia
Real fly, yellow Prada socks, bumblebee, uh
I'm that guy, Dior suit and tie, fresh and clean, uh

[Verse 3: 6ix9ine]
I can't sleep, just took 'em off the team
Had to break it down to three
Get on one knee
I prayed to the Lord that He'd watch my family
Thinking this b!tch gone wait on me
Thinking my fans remember me
Thinking my friends remember me
N!gga, don't switch up on me
Can't tell me sh!t, 'specially not no b!tch
Ten for ten with this sh!t
I'ma still drop these hits, I'ma still pop my sh!t
Got a Draco with the kick
Glock .30, hollow tips
Ride around with that sh!t all on my hip
See an opp, let it hit
Lately, I been on some "suck my d!ck" sh!t

[Outro: 6ix9ine]
B!tch, I'm stressing, oh, b!tch, I'm stressing
Mama saying, "Don't cry, count your blessings"
I can't sleep, I can't sleep
(Hey, Michael)
I can't, uh