Feese - Got Aim Lyrics

Dont ever disrespect
DYED
Yall know who it is
24 lighters on my dresser yes sir
Polo with no horse look how I dress up flex up
I'm too nice for a little niggas like you
I drop the price on little hitters like you
Then poof you're gone
I been getting money so long
Never had no Reggie up in my bong this that good Chi Cha Chong
Got a old head jawn she look like Nia Long
My young boy owe me money he wont answer his phone
Shame on a hitter who try to run game on a hitter
I got aim you little nigga
Shame on a hitter who try to run game on a hitter
I got aim you little nigga
Shame on a hitter who try to run game on a hitter
I got aim you little nigga
Shame on a hitter who try to run game on a hitter
I got aim you little nigga
Look her booty small with a cuff yeah I peeped that
I heard my man hit so no I can't eat that
That little pussy got some power so I beat that
After that I got ghost like Tyreek dad
Back to the money I'm a hustler not a rapper
Old head feel my ghost it reminded her of Casper
Wanted me to take the condom off no rapper
Ouu baby you like it raw you a old dirty bastard
Cash rules everything around me
So all these girls want to be around me
She just put some weed in the brownies
In a bed with a bitch thats how they found me
I was knocking her socks off
Hit the block knock them rocks off
If you play with my money dog
I be knocking your block off
Never talk to the cops dog
Turn your ass to a hot dog
Don't be asking for prices my nigga unless you gone cop dog
Fraud
Shame on a hitter who try to run game on a hitter
I got aim you little nigga
Shame on a hitter who try to run game on a hitter
I got aim you little nigga
Shame on a hitter who try to run game on a hitter
I got aim you little nigga
Shame on a hitter who try to run game on a hitter
I got aim you little nigga