Feel It (Ya Dig)

Player moves here, imma keep it crystal clear No snakes round me, ion' keep them near Comin' at em knowing how they make that shit up My shooter straight, he don't mix that shit up Hold my wrist, heavy bitch Liquid gold, risky shit The room gon' feel it (ya dig) The room gon' feel it (ya dig) The room gon feel (wait) The room gon' feel it Hold my wrist, heavy bitch Liquid gold, risky shit The room gon' feel it (ya dig) The room gon' feel it (ya dig) The room gon feel (wait) The room gon' feel it Hold my, hold my Hold my, hold my Crabs in a muhfuckin' barrel We smoking on all ya The real ones gon' feel it It burn you like sulphur The room gonna feel it When you feel the exposure Oh my, say oh my, I turned to a beast Sowdy so back and he fuck up the streets Yeah this the West, they ignore from the east No treaty could ever get me on my knees Doing it my way, til I be deceased Doing it my way, they ain't gonna fleece Huh, huh, they is gon' flee Shooing them flees When I gone nuts on that b I'm gonna eat on that b Shawty gon' eat on my seed I be the god, yes indeed we I will not fold under pressure, i'm known under pressure Make liquid gold like a bezel Bending her walls just to get it, I call her my devil Coz she over my shoulder, my rebel (ahhh) I got my Indiana bitch, she be bad as shit You can go see her ass from the front I be fucking drilling her She like it rough, so I pulled out her lace front I be drilling in her guts I be killing it, i nut I be filling her right up Hoe, you dig it or what? Player moves here, imma keep it crystal clear No snakes round me, ion' keep them near Comin' at em knowing how they make that shit up My shooter straight, he don't mix that shit up Hold my wrist, heavy bitch Liquid gold, risky shit The room gon' feel it (ya dig) The room gon' feel it (ya dig) The room gon feel (wait) The room gon' feel it Hold my wrist, heavy bitch Liquid gold, risky shit The room gon' feel it (ya dig) The room gon' feel it (ya dig) The room gon feel (wait) The room gon' feel it