[Chorus: Dizzy Wright]

Blazin' up the kill

I'm too turnt with no chill

Bro, this is all for the feel

I'm movin' slow with no wheels

These hoes embracin' my skills

You won't blaze it up, then I will

Man, this is for the feel

Man, this is how I feel

[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]

I'm gettin' high in my high rise

And I still can't believe I'm him

In LA, a nigga got a pool on the roof

So I'm thinkin' I might go take a swim

Took a couple out the ATM

So I doubled up and then deposit back

When the dollar callin', I'ma holla back

I'm fuckin' with her off how she act

New releases, more events

Talk to Dame and the money spent

52 shows in 61 days

With a stoner kid, that's dummy lit

I feel like Nino Brown with a money clip

Rollin' big J's with the funky tip

Hangin' up niggas like ornaments

With performances

We made a career

Couple 100 thou' I made in a year

Niggas diss me when I ain't even here

So I'm flippin' the page

Comin' home to my dinner made

My story couldn't fit the page

Everyday is a different stage

So I'm switchin' lanes

With a pretty thang

With a bitch that ain't had dick in days

Gotta keep it real with no chill

We don't ever fuck and then post about it

Fuck her face until her throat retire

Got a pornstar, finna polarize her

I know my limits

But I blacked out way before the fire

Man, I'm fucked up in my hotel

If these hoes tell then they lyin'

'Cause man I'm

[Chorus: Dizzy Wright]

Blazin' up the kill

I'm too turnt with no chill

Bro, this is all for the feel

I'm movin' slow with no wheels

These hoes embracin' my skills

You won't blaze it up, then I will

Man, this is for the feel

Man, this is how I feel

[Verse 2: Demrick]

Book me a flight for two days

I need a thick chick to go both ways

And she got friends, tell 'em hop in

We in for wild nights and them good days

Rap shit always good pay

So I went and got it

Made the product and count the profit

Haters watchin' but can't stop us

We smoke the strongest, our hoes the thickest

Don't you wish you was rollin' with us?

Follow me down the road to riches

Hoes and bitches, joints and swishers

They know the difference

Gotta pay attention to the detail

Hustle daily for the retail

Still countin' money off weed sales

She got pig tails and the lingerie

She want her hair pulled out the long day

From the elevator to the hallway

Of the hotel like, "Oh well"

We won't tell, that's okay

'Cause that's all business

Work the pussy out, that's all fitness

Ounces with us

They bouncin' with us

Be out with us

Servin' outfittas

For the quick fit

One night stand for the quick fix

Two elbows and siz zips

Smoke good when we take trips

Niggas talk shit but we really hit

Just ask around

Take another hit and pass around

Niggas get mad, they don't have the sound

Way out of town

They out of bounds

I'm always down to smoke

[Chorus: Dizzy Wright]

Blazin' up the kill

I'm too turnt with no chill

Bro, this is all for the feel

I'm movin' slow with no wheels

These hoes embracin' my skills

You won't blaze it up, then I will

Man, this is for the feel

Man, this is how I feel

[Verse 3: Oktane]

I say new lord to this rap shit

We way past that swag shit

No shirt with the jacket

Made your next and ex backflip

Boy, give me space

Only real in the place

Pass it, puff to the face

Life is only what you make it

You hatin' 'cause I'm made it great (sauce)

Everythin' exclusive

Got 'em sendin' news, it's really raw

I'm out here signin' boujee

One smoke with the crew

Girl, get involved

You don't know me

You better not bro me

No time for Jo-Bronies

Weed and women, they came for the homies

Time to show me

[Verse 4 : Price]

No chill, no chill

A nigga need more weed and more pills

A bitch stressed, you don't know how bein' broke feel

Never got bail and what you do is probly more bills

How yo cash with the gas for your automobile

Free Matt, my brodie, he ain't takin' no deals

He said, "Drop somethin' the bad bitches gon' feel"

Kickin' flow all the borin' ass rappers gon' steal

Here he comes

Keys open doors, weed open pores

I'm hotter than a Juvenile 400 Degrez CD in a store

Fuck a wave, get a whole beat for the boy

Pay a fee for my voice

I live the shit these rappers say I do

Known for breakin' hearts and breakin' rules

My niggas fools advise, you to play it cool

You got punk round you, you got punk round you, nigga

[Chorus: Dizzy Wright]

Blazin' up the kill

I'm too turnt with no chill

Bro, this is all for the feel

I'm movin' slow with no wheels

These hoes embracin' my skills

You won't blaze it up, then I will

Man, this is for the feel

Man, this is how I feel