Feltz Artist - 4 my town lyrics

(Feltz) Back on the mic i do it for my town I got the b**h loving the leopard print crown Got people in scotland banging my sound Then she go down south portsmouth town Moving in motion Hold tight komoshen Smoking on the potion Till were f**ing floating Been smoking on dutch On my bullsh** cod clutch Turning buds into dust Puff puff puff get f**ed Sipping on the guava Your talking all that blah blah Ill leave you yellow la la Im a devil but i ain't saha Im gunna go far far From spitting the bar bar bar bar Im a striker demba ba ba I'm high star star I said I'm fly call me kamikaze In the fast lane no one will pa** me Dreaming of the bugatti Theres the money give me the car key Cos they no f3ltzyy's a boss g And he's getting in the p Feds really wanna stop me Until they hear me on the beat I smoke cheese kush amnease Grow are own seeds And when i see that profit All i see is p p p And that there is me me me In the trap cutting the key In the trap counting the p I pay heed he pays me So everything out here sweet And ill be mucking beats Shut down on the beach Like we came in fleets My rooms like a weed gale Im windy i don't sail But I'm getting in that 80 mill Like i just sold gareth bale My lyrics i will conserve When i die bury them with the earth Cos you know i get on my dirt Cos i do it for my turf And i was gifted from birth And ill still be gifted in the hurst And F3LTZYY's always going first Cos all we do is swir Sleep when I'm rich sleep when I'm rich But ill still be f**ing your b**h Getting brain why counting my gibbs Going ham but don't talk to pigs I don't drink but I'm buying the drinks She's diverse one pink and stink She's giving head i wonder what she thinks She was on my chain i said i don't want to link And my weed it f**ing stinks Leave your head of the brink She gave me a cheeky i called her a minx Got her eyes all looking chinked Blazing on the ammy got me feeling stiff If i had a drink ill be feeling sick Spliff spliff spliff Now I'm feeling licked Wearing red but this bud got me feeling cropped Molly molly molly but i ain't on a trip But I'm watching the molly flip And i move it to the molly click What you know about that molly chick Taking molly to get her name on a trip Playing piano to make our own sh** Cos you no were going sick I'm always strapped always got the joint And my weed sharp and its always on point I take notes and i take coins Bud ballsed of or its by my groin Juggle that till theres no left See feds no sweat Divert they can't take my shet On b.e.t nah that ain't a bet But you might see me on the mob's Screaming f** the po-po Posing in the photo I ride her like a moto No recoil when i kickback Cash chunky like a kitkat Strap makes that noise like click clack But word i don't want to hear that Cos ill rather keep my life Then carry on holding a knife Ill rather keep on spitting Cos then i know I'm doing right But ima keep trapping till the end of time The pounds stronger then the dolla but i don't give a dime Tryna live a life out of crime But people want my egg fried So man I'm moving para But i still ball like I'm farah Hand of god like I'm mara If you see me get out the camera And bang i strike a pose Thats how it goes Were smoking on the cheese You eat it on toast And bang i strike a pose Thats how it goes Were smoking on the cheese You eat it on toast Wa**up [Finished]