8/2/21

(KadoeMadeDaSlap, you feel me?) I don't really feel niggas but, ya know I feel it Y'all know what the f*ck going on Hmm, aye Been done did my lil dance on they crum ass Nigga, I can't believe you still stressing 'bout that cum rag Just let the streets have her and hop in that one bag Unless you don't know how to do that shit with yo' lil dumb ass I'm finna run this shit up to a hundred mill But I don't run fast I know you heard about the turtle race Blowing Turtle Pie to the face And I can't pass it F*ck the turtle race, we blowing straight pass 'em I don't chase rabbits I'm trying to break bad habits I got the bag nasty Got niggas saying "dag nabbit" 'Cause they cannot pass me I get real good at mathematics When you talking 'bout some cash shit Looking at the bag and it keep adding No subtracting I know they hate to see we gaining traction Finna blow right past em I put my feelings in a plastic bag And took it out on trash day These niggas ass as f*ck Couldn't even f*ck with me on my bad days And no cap I did this whole EP off top Just in one damn day This shit child's play, really too easy I'm having my way They said the bottom prepare you For how those at the top play I provided feasts for niggas that still Came and took off my plate, then Turned around and tried to reach they hand out I did not shake Niggas move around this bitch like they invincible But everybody got they day (Yeah everybody got they day) You probably think folding on me was little But you capped like you was not no snake (Nigga get the f*ck out my face) Finna roll this Lemon Cherry Gelato When I finish, yeah I'm 'bout to face (All my crud got the exotic taste) I don't pay it no mind When niggas say they on my level Shit they probably laced Alright I'm off this bitch I ain't gone lie