Felony

Yeah
Big Zoe (Yeah), my nigga Bone (Let's go), Maco
It's the formula, nigga, huh
It's the formula, nigga, huh
And good luck to all my niggas worldwide
Yeah, felony nigga, yeah

No misdemeanor cases and my bond high as hell
Hope my lawyer break me out, they found some work, but I won't tell
I'm a felony nigga, I'm a felony nigga
I'm a felony nigga, I'm a felony nigga
You on the highway, comin' back, made it to the turnpike
Trunk full of work and the people ain't lookin' right
Felony nigga, you a felony nigga
You a felony nigga, huh

Grindin' off of 75 with my nigga Maco

Reminiscin', gettin' high, ridin' with my stain coat
Had to bring them rolls back fresh out of Tennessee
My cousin had a plug, yes, and now I'm pushin' through the D
Felony nigga, I keep a gun twenty-four

Slang drugs twenty-four, you don't know, now you know
Man, the street life addictive just like fuckin' bad bitches
All I know is get this money, had to go from rags to riches
Whole crew stuntin' now, nigga, that's a white collar
Smashin' down the blow, cookin' up that famous white powder
Shout out to my G's in the pen', keep your head up
I wrote this for you guys, put the Zoe when you fed up

Shout out to my ladies in the pen', love my gangster chicks
Holdin' down your man, chasin' paper, always hittin' licks
Ball hard, stay strapped, watch out for the police
If they catch you slippin', they'll stuff you in the 'mentry

No misdemeanor cases and my bond high as hell
Hope my lawyer break me out, they found some work, but I won't tell
I'm a felony nigga, I'm a felony nigga
I'm a felony nigga, I'm a felony nigga
You on the highway, comin' back, made it to the turnpike
Trunk full of work and the people ain't lookin' right
Felony nigga, you a felony nigga
You a felony nigga, huh

Do you really want this? (No) I don't think you do (Yup)
Better have your umbrella 'cause jail finna rain on you
Okay, bitch, I'm felonious (Yeah) and you's a misdemeanor
I'm a .40 caliber, nigga, and you six millimeter
The judge do me, rob they man, I'm like grand jury
You quick to turn snake, take the stand in a hurry

But I got somethin' for you, fool, and it's my fault
Man, you gon' bobble 'cause the little one's a cop ball
You know I'm really gettin' tired of bein' sick and tired
Better have your act up, pimpin', nigga, somebody finna die
Your baby mama sing this song at your funeral
Go back to work, I'm out my soul in her cuticle
I didn't really have to do you like I did, you know
Situation okay, the situation critical
You had it comin', all that jelly and that jealousy

You a foundation of my walk and talk and melody

No misdemeanor cases and my bond high as hell
Hope my lawyer break me out, they found some work, but I won't tell
I'm a felony nigga, I'm a felony nigga
I'm a felony nigga, I'm a felony nigga
You on the highway, comin' back, made it to the turnpike
Trunk full of work and the people ain't lookin' right
Felony nigga, you a felony nigga
You a felony nigga