Lyrics 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"