Testi Convicted Felon - Duwap Kaine

Convicted Felon

Cafeteria, everybody gon' eat\nWhip out fire, got 'em runnin' on feet\nTalkin' down, I can’t wait 'til we meet\nSaw my face, he ain’t know it was me\nPut his ass on a Zumiez graphic tee\nBad bitch, and she like, «What's the tea?»\nBeat a nigga ass like Mr. T\nRobbin' niggas, man, I was a thief\nWas a thief in the night\nDraco wit' a muhfuckin' knife\nConvicted felon, oh, isn’t that nice?\n'Cause I did the dash on 29th\nThat nigga a bitch, I don’t get the hype\nHe shoot up, and I swear, he a hype\nMy nigga was in jail so long, he came home, he was tryna use Skype\nNot Mario, but she tryna get piped\nNeed another ho for another damn night\nHe sellin' his\nif the price right\nFeel like the Migos, beat it up, fight night\nThese niggas ain’t on shit, and you can tell\nThey hate, and I just wish they ass well\nYou in that courtroom, you gon' tell\nAin’t say shit, then you woulda got bailed\nGoddamn, man, I swear that you failed\nShe touchin' on me like she blind and I’m braile\nGood gas, but this shit not for sale\nHe gon' put his soul up, yeah, for sale\nFuck, damn, bitch, I don’t give a fuck, don’t try my fam\nMy cousin kill yo' ass over a gram\nDon’t talk shit on the muhfuckin' Gram\nMight walk down, give a fuck who I am\nFrom the Southside, bitch, we say yes ma’am\nHella motion, bitch, you know I don’t scam\nWake up, trap in the AM\nWho the fuck is that? I made him\nYour nigga broke, but no shade to him\nI got her 'cause you know that I’m him\nMy pockets fat, and they said, fuck a gym\nFuck 12\nFuck the CIA too\nFuck the DEA too\nCountin' money on a PJ, boo\nClaim he a thug, he ain’t rich like me, boo\nStreet nigga, but I left the streets, boo\nFelon, I can’t be 'round that Glock .40\nLeft you for another bitch, now I’m missin' you\nSouthside, Westside, I’m reppin' the crew\nConvicted felon, put a\nMiss thuggin' on the street, nigga, wit' my crew\nConvicted felon, so I can’t even shoot\nSouthside, Westside, I’m reppin' the crew\nConvicted felon, put a\nMiss thuggin' on the street, nigga, wit' my crew\nConvicted felon, so I can’t even shoot\n(Tron, can you come back to earth?)