FEEFA (feat. Gunna) lyrics

[Gunna] Trapped on one stop, served my own block Bought my own watch (own), loaded Glock Lettin' that thing pop (pop), they can't freeze us (freeze us) Skybox, we been at the top, they can't see us (see us) Twelve knocks, fucked the dirty cops (hey, Michael) They can't seize nothing Big shot, fuck that little thot I don't need y'all I stay high, fucked her and forgot, like amnesia Real fly, yellow Prada socks, Bumblebee, huh? Went and got Dior suit and tie, Christian clean, huh? [6ix9ine] The streets so cold, gotta ride wit' a pole Gotta stay ready for the smoke 'cause niggas tryna take my soul I can't go, thought niggas was my bros, but they changed though Niggas don't know shit 'bout that How the fuck a nigga switch like that? Gotta ride with a stick 'bout that Put a rip from the hip like that Keep it around me, I can't never lie Niggas around me, they stay with the strap Move from around me, or you could get whacked I see an opp and I'm leaving my flight, oh-oh [Gunna] Percocet, bitches on me, I'm a walking brand Stacking these bands, show like 80 a grand Hoes in the sprinter van Pulling up spraying, puttin' hoes in the trash cans I'ma erase your man Gunna again, I ain't never follow your trend Nigga, you do what you can Trapped on one stop, served my own block Bought my own watch (own), loaded Glock Lettin' that thing pop (pop), they can't freeze us (freeze us) Skybox, we been at the top, they can't see us (see us) Twelve knocks, fucked the dirty cops (hey, Michael) They can't seize nothing Big shot, fuck that little thot I don't need y'all I stay high, fucked her and forgot, like amnesia Real fly, yellow Prada socks, Bumblebee, huh? Went and got, Dior suit and tie, Christian clean, huh? [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 bitch gon' wait on me Thinking my fans remember me Thinking my friends remember me Nigga, don't switch up on me Can't tell me shit, 'specially not no bitch Ten for ten with this shit I'ma still drop these hits I'ma still pop my shit Got a Draco with the kick Glock .30, hollow tips Ride around with that shit all on my hip See an opp, let it hit Lately, I been on some suck my dick shit Bitch, I'm stressing, oh, bitch, 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