[Intro: tana]
All of this shit that I'm feelin'
All of this shit that I'm feelin'

[Verse 1: tana]
All of this shit I'm feelin'
All of this shit I'm feelin', why would I hold it back?
Bad ass bitch tryna grab on my sack
N***a run up- he get slapped
I knock a n***a- right off the map
This bitch in love, I double-tap
I'm with my beehive, bitch, my slatt
Young n***a, I'm on that new shit
I'm with my bloods kickin' shit on my bool shit
N***a run up then he eatin' a full clip
These n***a fake as a fuck and I knew it
She give me the pussy but I won't abuse it
Put all that pain shit into the music
N***a say he want smoke, let's do it
Walk in the trap spot and I get to it

[Verse 2: tana]
Bitch said she was pregnant, hell no it ain't mine
You wanna QP? Hit me on Facetime
You can fuck any bitch, but you can't bang mine
She wanna chat, bitch, it ain't time
Bitch, I'm a Rastafarian, got hang time
I heard y'all n***as was lame through the grapevine
I heard y'all n***as was wack
I took your shit, you not gettin' it back
Stick in my jeans, I'm ain't scared to attack
Put all this real life shit into rap
And this not no Migo Lee
Walk up, bitch thought I was Migo Lee
And I'm totin' that rifle, that big ol' thing
Try and ride this wave and yo' ass gon' sink
[Verse 3: tana]
Pussy, boy you a rookie
Bitch eat dick up, just like a cookie
He say he tapped in, you want a cookie?
My brother locked up, no you can't book me
He got that chain on, it's gon get tooken
Bitch get smacked up, if her ass looking
N***a get packed up, leave his ass shooken

[Bridge: tana]
Bitch wan' make a movie
I got a bad bitch, she off the Tusi
I hit my dance, lil' bitch, like I'm Toosii
I got a bad bitch with a big booty
Got hella hoes and they thought I was fruity
I got them long locs, bitch, like I'm Nudy
I got the sack and I'm gettin' straight to it
Bro got the pack in, told him let's do it

[Verse 4: che]
N***a try to run from the Drac', he can't from the spray
Brodie out servin' the eighth while I'm blitzin' his jay
Just spent like $500, bitch, on these Margiela kicks
Lil' bitch she talkin' bout her day but I'm tryna get spit
Everyday we put on Bape, man that shit is expensive
N***a try to talk on the gang then his ass gettin' spint
I put like-, $5-$500 on this lil' pendant
I feel like, f-fuck the Rap, I'm independent
My shit gon'- drop a lil' neck in her panties
These n***as- snitch on they dawg for a penny
Shoutout my- ma, I ain't talkin' bout Remy
Sippin' on- D’USSÉ, I start to feel heavy
What would you-, What would you do if I left you
Shooter gon- shoot at the opp like 11
I puttin' on- True Religion for your bestie
Coming like-, shoot baby with a new Desi
[Outro: che]
Hell yeah, fuck you talkin 'bout, n***a (Lemme hear that)
-Keep going, N***a ran up and you know bullets keep going
N***a talk down, we gon- Keep snowin'
Yeah I got drip and some more shit, aight (Let me come hear that shit bitch)