Life is coming fast at me
I don't wanna f*ck it up
Do the dash on me
Then we finna f*ck shit up
Throw cash at me
I don't want no cash homie
Imma spread all of my songs
Like a rash on me
No Tatts on me
Why u acting mad nosey
Imma do what I want
Before the feds know me
No dreads lowkey
Ice on my neck soaking
No cap
Yeah I'm coming up next homie
Get back out
I don't wanna tap out
And I'm still spitting bars
Wit a black out
I be hangin' up my coat
Get the racks out
I got vintage Gucci
That's a hand me down
I'm a beast in the wild
They can't handle me now
I see a six then a nine
They gon tell on me now
You know I murder the beat
That's a felony
And I love my life
They all ask me how
Don't listen to the shit that anybody be saying
Bitches want my dick man they gotta be playing
I be hitting licks cuh the music paying
Imma keep working hard through the sun and the rain
Life is coming fast at me
I don't wanna f*ck it up
Do the dash on me
Then we finna f*ck shit up
Throw cash at me
I don't want no cash homie
Imma spread all of my songs
Like a rash on me
No Tatts on me
Why u acting mad nosey
Imma do what I want
Before the feds know me
No dreads lowkey
Ice on my neck soaking
No cap
Yeah I'm coming up next homie
When I run up on an opp
Then I know he shitting bricks
I'm wit my woes
When I'm running through the six
Drive an automatic
I don't ever use sticks
Prepare for round two
When I reload the clips
Oh shit hoe
Not ready for this hoe
But I got a new Patek on my wrist tho
Get lit bro
Shooters in the bando
Now I got PTSD G Herbo
I seen a whole lot of shit in this world
Sex drugs money and girls
I seen a whole lotta feds
Chasing after convicts
And a whole lotta bright red rubies on my neck
Life is coming fast at me
I don't wanna f*ck it up
Do the dash on me
Then we finna f*ck shit up
Throw cash at me
I don't want no cash homie
Imma spread all of my songs
Like a rash on me
No Tatts on me
Why u acting mad nosey
Imma do what I want
Before the feds know me
No dreads lowkey
Ice on my neck soaking
No cap
Yeah I'm coming up next homie
Ice D - Felony Lyrics
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Life is coming fast at me
I don't wanna f*ck it up
Do the dash on me
Then we finna f*ck shit up
Throw cash at me
I don't want no cash homie
Imma spread all of my songs
Like a rash on me
No Tatts on me
Why u acting mad nosey
Imma do what I want
Before the feds know me
No dreads lowkey
Ice on my neck soaking
No cap
Yeah I'm coming up next homie
Get back out
I don't wanna tap out
And I'm still spitting bars
Wit a black out
I be hangin' up my coat
Get the racks out
I got vintage Gucci
That's a hand me down
I'm a beast in the wild
They can't handle me now
I see a six then a nine
They gon tell on me now
You know I murder the beat
That's a felony
And I love my life
They all ask me how
Don't listen to the shit that anybody be saying
Bitches want my dick man they gotta be playing
I be hitting licks cuh the music paying
Imma keep working hard through the sun and the rain
Life is coming fast at me
I don't wanna f*ck it up
Do the dash on me
Then we finna f*ck shit up
Throw cash at me
I don't want no cash homie
Imma spread all of my songs
Like a rash on me
No Tatts on me
Why u acting mad nosey
Imma do what I want
Before the feds know me
No dreads lowkey
Ice on my neck soaking
No cap
Yeah I'm coming up next homie
When I run up on an opp
Then I know he shitting bricks
I'm wit my woes
When I'm running through the six
Drive an automatic
I don't ever use sticks
Prepare for round two
When I reload the clips
Oh shit hoe
Not ready for this hoe
But I got a new Patek on my wrist tho
Get lit bro
Shooters in the bando
Now I got PTSD G Herbo
I seen a whole lot of shit in this world
Sex drugs money and girls
I seen a whole lotta feds
Chasing after convicts
And a whole lotta bright red rubies on my neck
Life is coming fast at me
I don't wanna f*ck it up
Do the dash on me
Then we finna f*ck shit up
Throw cash at me
I don't want no cash homie
Imma spread all of my songs
Like a rash on me
No Tatts on me
Why u acting mad nosey
Imma do what I want
Before the feds know me
No dreads lowkey
Ice on my neck soaking
No cap
Yeah I'm coming up next homie
I don't wanna f*ck it up
Do the dash on me
Then we finna f*ck shit up
Throw cash at me
I don't want no cash homie
Imma spread all of my songs
Like a rash on me
No Tatts on me
Why u acting mad nosey
Imma do what I want
Before the feds know me
No dreads lowkey
Ice on my neck soaking
No cap
Yeah I'm coming up next homie
Get back out
I don't wanna tap out
And I'm still spitting bars
Wit a black out
I be hangin' up my coat
Get the racks out
I got vintage Gucci
That's a hand me down
I'm a beast in the wild
They can't handle me now
I see a six then a nine
They gon tell on me now
You know I murder the beat
That's a felony
And I love my life
They all ask me how
Don't listen to the shit that anybody be saying
Bitches want my dick man they gotta be playing
I be hitting licks cuh the music paying
Imma keep working hard through the sun and the rain
Life is coming fast at me
I don't wanna f*ck it up
Do the dash on me
Then we finna f*ck shit up
Throw cash at me
I don't want no cash homie
Imma spread all of my songs
Like a rash on me
No Tatts on me
Why u acting mad nosey
Imma do what I want
Before the feds know me
No dreads lowkey
Ice on my neck soaking
No cap
Yeah I'm coming up next homie
When I run up on an opp
Then I know he shitting bricks
I'm wit my woes
When I'm running through the six
Drive an automatic
I don't ever use sticks
Prepare for round two
When I reload the clips
Oh shit hoe
Not ready for this hoe
But I got a new Patek on my wrist tho
Get lit bro
Shooters in the bando
Now I got PTSD G Herbo
I seen a whole lot of shit in this world
Sex drugs money and girls
I seen a whole lotta feds
Chasing after convicts
And a whole lotta bright red rubies on my neck
Life is coming fast at me
I don't wanna f*ck it up
Do the dash on me
Then we finna f*ck shit up
Throw cash at me
I don't want no cash homie
Imma spread all of my songs
Like a rash on me
No Tatts on me
Why u acting mad nosey
Imma do what I want
Before the feds know me
No dreads lowkey
Ice on my neck soaking
No cap
Yeah I'm coming up next homie
Writer: Dean Callaghan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid