Loyal G - Feenin Lyrics

I swear that pain made me go hard, bitch, I'm fiending
Don't need your love, bitch, no, I don't really need it
This f*ckin' ice drippin, shit like Aquafina
I remember nights on that block, it was freezing
Puttin' points up on the board, tryna ball every season
You ain't never kept it real, pussy nigga, why you breathing
I was servin' out a scat, I'm finna turn it to a demon
I can't front you on no pack, where that money, bitch, I need it
That hoe a slut, she ain't no queen, or Latifah
She throwing neck while I'm smokin' on that reefer
Bro itchin' for a body, he been feelin' like the reaper
He say, G, you keep it solid, so I got you if you need one
I'm takin' risks, I got that pack on the interstate
Runnin' through the Load like Kamara, I ain't no f*ckin' saint
Tryna put up 50 like Zion, crashin' in the paint
Let them bitches fly, Pelican high, I can send them your way
I got some bread yesterday, but it's another day
I'm tryna win that shit again, it ain't no other way
Run that shit back like a nigga hit the replay
Ain't never gave a f*ck, I push that button on this B-Day
Then hit the casino, go and check in on my parlay
Missed that shit by one team, shit f*cked up my whole day
Finna go hit Ruth's Chris, order up a f*ckin' steak
I remember when ain't have a crumb on my f*ckin' plate
Locked in on that business, move that bullshit out my f*ckin' way
You ain't got the feelin, miss my brother till this f*ckin' day
Put this shit in diamonds, I be shinin' every f*ckin' day
In the studio, reclining, tryna come up with a f*ckin' play
I swear that pain make me go hard, bitch, I'm fiendin
Don't need your love, bitch, no, I don't really need it
This f*ckin' ice, drippin' shit like Aquafina
I remember nights on that block, it was freezing
Puttin' points up on the board, tryna ball every season
You ain't never kept it real, pussy nigga, why you breathing
I was servin' out a sat, I'm finna turn it to a demon
I can't front you on no pack, where that money, bitch, I need it
That hoe a slut, she ain't no queen, or Latifah
Shit throwing neck while I'm smokin' on that reefer
Bro itchin' for a body, he been feelin' like the reaper
He say, G, you keep it solid, so I got you if you need one
I'm takin' risks, I got that pack on the interstate
Runnin' through the load like Kamara, I ain't no f*ckin' Saint
Tryna put up 50 like Zion, crashin' in a paint
A Let them bitches fly, Pelican high, I can send them your way
I got some bread yesterday, but it's another day
I'm tryna win that shit again, it ain't no other way
Run that shit back like a nigga hit the replay
I ain't never gave a f*ck, A push that button on this B-Day