"Convicted Felon" lyrics
(Tron, can you come back to earth?)
Cafeteria, everybody gon' eat
Whip out fire, got 'em runnin' on feet
Talkin' down, I can't wait 'til we meet
Saw my face, he ain't know it was me
Put his ass on a Zumiez graphic tee
Bad bitch, and she like, "What's the tea?"
Beat a nigga ass like Mr. T
Robbin' niggas, man, I was a thief
Was a thief in the night
Draco wit' a muhfuckin' knife
Convicted felon, oh, isn't that nice?
'Cause I did the dash on 29th
That nigga a bitch, I don't get the hype
He shoot up, and I swear, he a hype
My nigga was in jail so long, he came home, he was tryna use Skype
Not Mario, but she tryna get piped
Need another ho for another damn night
He sellin' his [?] if the price right
Feel like the Migos, beat it up, fight night
These niggas ain't on shit, and you can tell
They hate, and I just wish they ass well
You in that courtroom, you gon' tell
Ain't say shit, then you woulda got bailed
Goddamn, man, I swear that you failed
She touchin' on me like she blind and I'm braile
Good gas, but this shit not for sale
He gon' put his soul up, yeah, for sale
Fuck, damn, bitch, I don't give a fuck, don't try my fam
My cousin kill yo' ass over a gram
Don't talk shit on the muhfuckin' Gram
Might walk down, give a fuck who I am
From the Southside, bitch, we say yes ma'am
Hella motion, bitch, you know I don't scam
Wake up, trap in the AM
Who the fuck is that? I made him
Your nigga broke, but no shade to him
I got her 'cause you know that I'm him
My pockets fat, and they said, fuck a gym
Fuck 12
Fuck the CIA too
Fuck the DEA too
Countin' money on a PJ, boo
Claim he a thug, he ain't rich like me, boo
Street nigga, but I left the streets, boo
Felon, I can't be 'round that Glock .40
Left you for another bitch, now I'm missin' you
Southside, Westside, I'm reppin' the crew
Convicted felon, put a [?]
Miss thuggin' on the street, nigga, wit' my crew
Convicted felon, so I can't even shoot
Southside, Westside, I'm reppin' the crew
Convicted felon, put a [?]
Miss thuggin' on the street, nigga, wit' my crew
Convicted felon, so I can't even shoot
(Tron, can you come back to earth?)
Cafeteria, everybody gon' eat
Whip out fire, got 'em runnin' on feet
Talkin' down, I can't wait 'til we meet
Saw my face, he ain't know it was me
Put his ass on a Zumiez graphic tee
Bad bitch, and she like, "What's the tea?"
Beat a nigga ass like Mr. T
Robbin' niggas, man, I was a thief
Was a thief in the night
Draco wit' a muhfuckin' knife
Convicted felon, oh, isn't that nice?
'Cause I did the dash on 29th
That nigga a bitch, I don't get the hype
He shoot up, and I swear, he a hype
My nigga was in jail so long, he came home, he was tryna use Skype
Not Mario, but she tryna get piped
Need another ho for another damn night
He sellin' his [?] if the price right
Feel like the Migos, beat it up, fight night
These niggas ain't on shit, and you can tell
They hate, and I just wish they ass well
You in that courtroom, you gon' tell
Ain't say shit, then you woulda got bailed
Goddamn, man, I swear that you failed
She touchin' on me like she blind and I'm braile
Good gas, but this shit not for sale
He gon' put his soul up, yeah, for sale
Fuck, damn, bitch, I don't give a fuck, don't try my fam
My cousin kill yo' ass over a gram
Don't talk shit on the muhfuckin' Gram
Might walk down, give a fuck who I am
From the Southside, bitch, we say yes ma'am
Hella motion, bitch, you know I don't scam
Wake up, trap in the AM
Who the fuck is that? I made him
Your nigga broke, but no shade to him
I got her 'cause you know that I'm him
My pockets fat, and they said, fuck a gym
Fuck 12
Fuck the CIA too
Fuck the DEA too
Countin' money on a PJ, boo
Claim he a thug, he ain't rich like me, boo
Street nigga, but I left the streets, boo
Felon, I can't be 'round that Glock .40
Left you for another bitch, now I'm missin' you
Southside, Westside, I'm reppin' the crew
Convicted felon, put a [?]
Miss thuggin' on the street, nigga, wit' my crew
Convicted felon, so I can't even shoot
Southside, Westside, I'm reppin' the crew
Convicted felon, put a [?]
Miss thuggin' on the street, nigga, wit' my crew
Convicted felon, so I can't even shoot
(Tron, can you come back to earth?)
