Felonies & Melodies

Louie Bandz, chop it up Move your arm and show you know it's power Bitch, you need this Nine times out of ten, you was fuckin' up Would've been threw you to the wolves, that shit wasn't good enough Brother, ask me what I'm doing, i'm tryna run it Keep a rat up in your circle, it's gon' crumble Ninety-three, Supreme Team, what I'm smokin' Baby say she rather kick with me like the soccer team Kick shit to the bitch like I'm Socrates Baby wanna listen to all my philosophies Rubber band after rubber band, he the money team Not even the home team, he away with it Cuzzo caught a body, then he got away with it Shit get crazy in that cell when they shake your visit I was cryin' all night, had to put on all white Take one shower for the week and be okay with it Plug know I needed white, only got that China white Tell me I can make it bag, just gotta play with it I-5 hit the freeway, suppressin' road rage Make it back to the west side, we havin' dope dates Ghost gun from the cartel, that's a cold case It'll be a cold day in hell if I fly away Rollie watch' f*ck a G-Shock, they in the county hatin' I can't trip on no nigga who don't owe me nothin' Baby say she hold me down, she ain't the only one We playin' golf up in my city, put a hole in one Plan-B, like Tony Hawk, Dirty Ghetto Kid Terry Kennedy, John F. Kennedy Niggas actin' like they my friends, but they my enemies Allergic to the f*ck shit, is you my remedy? Melodies make her sing to me like Alicia Keys I got felonies, keep that whistle like a referee Penalty for any nigga tryna test me Fast car like a NASCAR doin' hella speeds Rush stop every three hours, that's a check-P Nigga, please quit callin' my phone, I ain't stay a thing When I get back, pull up with that last lump If I get that, best believe you'll get what you need Road trip after road trip, different zip codes 304s, everywhere I go, what's your area code I'm from where it get cold, but this the heat show Can't be sober in that trap, they wanna see you smoke They don't even give a f*ck if it's weed smoke Junkies say he on that gas, but gotta pre-roll Nigga, please, we got everything, snortin' quarter keys I-4 in a I-8, it ain't got no key Niggas never want no cheese, they just wanna beef Nigga ain't gettin' no bread, how you finna eat Watch where a nigga lay his head, they creepin' while you sleep I got money in your bank account, bitch, why you tryna leave Put that money in your bank account so you can try to eat Baby trippin' innis bitch, got me trippin' in this bitch Say she in love with the kid, but she gon' pay a fee Baby, showed up to the party with a quarter key Melodies make her sing to me like Alicia Keys I got felonies, keep that whistle like a referee Penalty for any nigga tryna test me Fast car like a NASCAR doin' hella speeds Rush stop every three hours, that's a check peak Nigga, please, quit callin' my phone, I ain't say a thing When I get back, pull up with that last lump If I get that, best believe you'll get what you need