How I Feel

Lyrics

[Chorus] Hm Hm, bitch, you know that I'm baby life Hm, bitch, you know I don't play nice Fuck you and dip, hell nah we don't stay night Shit don't feel real, it don't feel right I don't feel okay, I'm not finna lie Ride' with that Glock, I'm not supposed to fuckin' drive I miss Kyra, I caught my first tear in my eye I can fuck on' this bit', but that ho not my type You can try to rob me, but you got the wrong guy We 'done been did what we did, I ain't gotta prove none I wouldn't lie I 'done been in these fuckin' streets since a young nigga, I ain't gotta try [Verse] I said you arent mine baby don't even cry I told Velly, I bust that fire if they cross that line My partner not ready, I told them I'm ready to shine when y'all ready to shine Put on that drip baby take yo timе Suck my dick, baby don't waste time Imma be rеal, I don't think I wanna get signed Imma be so real, I don't think I'll ever get rid of this 9 Mhm, Imma be so real, I don't think I'll ever get rid of this 9 We just gon' smoke him like a drug deal Sold em him some bullets, nigga payed the dime' Went to catch it on A before all them niggas took that time Don't asked who sumo partner it ain't mine Don't ask what Baby EBG did If you disrespect my fuckin' brother, put this on the mob, nigga up that sig I send shottas, try me, no one know how I live Velly you high right now, please brother, don't get in no extra shit I'm not from florida, but nigga, don't try me like I'm regular jit All my Woahs got they drac, try me, we all in this shit All my Whoas, fuckin stamp Nigga try me, fuck yo' camp Wan play with the gang, we light 'em up just like a lamp You lie 'bout yo stamp, then you gon' get fan I let the draco shine on 'em, shot that pussy nigga got a fuckin' tan Huh, nigga keep talking on the fuckin' net, we caught them niggas fuckin' ran Huh, catch him and flip him nigga ain't on nothin' Hrll, nigga play both side we call him trans Hm, put this on the mob, killed 5 niggas for a hunnid gram Hm, yea, he think he a vamp Hm, yea, who the fuck got yo' stamp Hm, you ain't gotta remember me, but just tell me Why the fuck would I put my own fuckin' career in jeopardy Baby tell me, im thuggin' out for sure, but you can get a better me I don't know why, I guess I'm not feeling your energy [Chorus] Hm, bitch, you know that I'm baby life Hm, bitch, you know I don't play nice Fuck you and dip, hell nah we don't stay night Shit don't feel real, it don't feel right I don't feel okay, I'm not finna lie Ride' with that Glock, I'm not supposed to fuckin' drive I miss Kyra, I caught my first tear in my eye I can fuck on' this bit', but that ho not my type You can try to rob me, but you got the wrong guy We 'done been did what we did, I ain't gotta prove none I wouldn't lie I 'done been in these fuckin' streets since a young nigga, I ain't gotta try [Outro] Hm, yea, both my best friends locked up for a murder Hm, I just want to tell Ma that I'm sorry, 'cus I just know that shit hurt her And I get so high I'm paranoid, I hope police don't even call this burner And I rap about all my vibes, I hope this bitch do not look in my journal Let the 7.62s hit his face like a dermal Hm, wet his ass up like the beat, these niggas screaming long live the murder I told her if you hold me down, I promise I won't hurt her