Текст песни F**k A Feature - Key Glock

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Glizock
Yeah
The f-?
Yeah, yeah (ayy)

Yeah, I might just pay myself for a feature
It's Glizock, I be fresh, and I finesse just like a preacher
It's M-O-B, I heard that it's cheaper to keep her
But hell nah, I ain't stressin' 'bout no money or, neither (uh-uh)

Ridin' with a hundred shots up in a two-seater
Say hello to my little friend, it's nice to meet you
My top down, my eyes low, I'm smokin' on some ether
My money long, my pockets fat, my pockets on Peter

Yeah, my pockets on Peter Griffin
Yeah, yeah, I been gettin' it (yeah)
Nina on my side, I let it spit just like Nicki (fah)
Too much money, they think I'm illuminati, this wicked (what's up?)

Ayy, I'm too much for these -
Ayy, I'm three much for these -
Every day, I pour a four, codeine floatin' in my system
Yup, my cousin, he's a bishop
But, no, I ain't talkin' church, but we clappin' like we in one (bah)

Ayy, I might just pay myself for a feature (yeah)
It's Glizock, I be fresh, and I finesse just like a preacher (yeah)
It's M-O-B, I heard that it's cheaper to keep her (what?)
But hell nah, I ain't stressin' 'bout no money or these - neither (the f-?)

This money got me turnt up, yup, yup, I just broke the meter (yeah)
I'm flexin' on these -, I had to drop a sequel (yeah)
You know I rep that five, I do this for my people (yeah)
I'm smokin' on some 'za, but my auntie call it reefer (that's dope)
I'm ballin' hard on all my opps (opps), them - in the bleachers
You know I call all the shots (all the shots), I hang with grim reapers
You know we standin' on top (on top), them - just beneath us

Ayy, - the rap game, just pay myself for a feature (yeah, Glizock)
Ayy, - the rap game, I'll pay myself for a feature
Ayy, - the rap game, I'll pay myself for a feature, yeah (on God)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (on God)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (on God)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah