Feel My Bass - P Money

Too much coke in the flow got the fans like «I can’t feel my face»

Too much dick in her pussy got her like «I can’t feel my waist»

One sec, HeavyTrackerz, what the fuck?

I can’t feel my bass

Fire in the tongue went and killed my taste

Replace who?

Do you wanna feel my rage?

A house burglar couldn’t steal my place

I’m a true realist, trill’s my name

No gun but a bitch tryna steal my brains

Man, Hoover’s Dam couldn’t kill my wave

No facials but I’ve got boxes on my face

Wanna test me?

I ain’t gotta cover my page

Only dumb breddas would wanna steal my grace

HeavyTrackerz, what the fuck?

I can’t feel my bass

So which gang’s hyping?

The last crew that thought they were on top

Held 7th, went Man United

You asking «why's P smiling?»

Cause a girl said that she don’t drink

She was in the bedroom, still whining

I thought he was being on a hype ting

But he acted like he came out the closet

While I was in her one, hiding

Hang on, wait

You know what I’m gonna say, init

What the fuck?

Why can’t I feel my bass?

When I can shot beef, blud, it’s an on sight ting

I wouldn’t even have to get struck by lightning

It’s a shoot back in the sky ting

Cover up and say you died while hiking

Pull over your whip while they expect the yard

That’s a rifle, who the fuck said hitchhiking?

My bullet’s doing all the writing

You was your belly with that guy in

Now your short life needs rewriting

When I press on these family genes, I ain’t ironing

Clothes dotted, looking like aliens

On top of that, man are hopping out the spaceship, firing

I’ve got 'em like «I can’t feel my face»

Too much dick in her pussy got her like «I can’t feel my waist»