Felony (part. Amenazzy)

Yo, what’s yours is mine, I’m ready, don’t want you to lack a thing
I’m living behind the 810 to put you in front
If you keep doing it like that, you’re gonna make me marry you
I’ll take care of you, baby, don’t want anything to happen to you

If I die, in heaven, I choose you
For you, I’m looking for a felony
Addicted to you, like I am to weed
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t vibe with you
Everything reminds me of you, you and I clicked

Click-click-click-click (hey), like a Glock with a chip (damn)
She didn’t want to wait, I put it in the G (yeah)
She kisses my neck, tells me to keep it all clean
A couple rounds, we’ll kill it in the ring, Apollo Creed

And that new ass, girl? You’re killing it at the gym (yeah)
Almost can’t fit all that in your jeans (no)
I don’t want much, I’m good with a little bit (yeah)
Your location on my phone, I don’t need a PIN

And I know that touching you, thinking of me, you lay down, girl
Come on, tattoo my name if you’re down for me
Strip down, you’ve got too many clothes on, girl
You feel free with me, party days, girl

I hit it so hard, can’t take more than a nap, girl
Always precise, I touch her like Iniesta, girl
I please her, never leave her upset, girl (upset, girl)

If I die, in heaven, I choose you
For you, I’m looking for a felony
Addicted to you, like I am to weed
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t vibe with you
Everything reminds me of you, you and I clicked

No one grabs you like I do, I leave you limping
She tells me that only with me, she gets wet like this
I feel like her master, how I put her in the split
It’s just that everything reminds me of you, you and I clicked

I only mistreat you when I give you the D
Sadistic wicked, they say you’re a whore for me
I don’t care, girl, I want to see you ready
For you, I do the hustle, so you lack nothing, shorty

Get yourself ready, I want to see you, give me some spit to get it in
Do those things you know drive me crazy
That ass, for no reason, I’m jealous of it (I’m jealous of it)
Memories for everything, baby, if I die tomorrow (I know you’re thinking of me)

And I know that touching you, thinking of me, you lay down, girl
Come on, tattoo my name if you’re down for me
Strip down, you’ve got too many clothes on, girl

If I die, in heaven, I choose you
For you, I’m looking for a felony
Addicted to you, like I am to weed, yeah