Fuck How You Feel

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Team Eastside Lil P] Lil Perry, yeah, I'm strapped, nigga All black snapback, team task, nigga (Uh) I don't react, pussy nigga, I attack niggas (Uh) We shootin' back, so you better have your straps, nigga We mob deep, pussy niggas, they turnin' cheeks 'Cause you fuckin' with some young killer niggas that don't speak (That don't speak) Bitch, I cheap, kushy and Swisher Sweets 40 is by my briefs, start shavin', it's hard to see (It's hard to see) But I see niggas hatin' me from afar Send them shots to the bar, let 'em know that I'm not a star (I'm not a star) Guap a nigga, bad bitch pussy hitter (Pussy hitter) Chop a nigga, love that gun sound, nigga A lot of niggas claim they goon and they flame up But on the real, these niggas pussy and they change up Shit, I just wanna hustle, get my change up Hundred choppers, money and power, bad bitches Rose bottles [Chorus: Team Eastside Lil P] All my life, I'm just known to be a real nigga This for my trill niggas, chopper to your grill, nigga (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) Fuck how you feel, nigga We shoot to kill niggas, it's a battlefield, nigga You gotta grind for the motherfuckin' glory Put money on your mind, real talk, true story (Uh) You gotta go out and get it Hustle, hustle, hustle, fuck niggas' bitches [Verse 2: Team Eastside Snoop] This for my real niggas, cop work and deal niggas Pop, murk and kill niggas, rob, lurk and steal niggas Watch work you deal, nigga, block syrup and pill niggas Cop search, don't squeal, nigga, fuck how you feel, nigga This for my bad bitches (Bad bitches), roll up blunts that's fat bitches True pants from sack bitches, hair long, we'll tack bitches Nails done, toes too, fuck what other hoes do That's why I chose you, that's why I froze you (That's why) This for my street niggas (Street), this for my beefin' niggas (Beef) This for my rich niggas (Rich), this for my cheap niggas (My cheap niggas) This for my old hoes, this for my new bitches (My new bitches) This for my old bros, this for my new niggas This for my OG, this for my old dude Twenty-eight inches, this for my old school This for my big bro, this for my lil' sis This for my thick hoes, this for my lil' chicks [Chorus: Team Eastside Lil P] All my life, I'm just known to be a real nigga This for my trill niggas, chopper to your grill, nigga (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) Fuck how you feel, nigga We shoot to kill niggas, it's a battlefield, nigga You gotta grind for the motherfuckin' glory (Woo) Put money on your mind, real talk, true story (Uh) You gotta go out and get it Hustle, hustle, hustle, fuck niggas' bitches [Verse 3: Team Eastside Lil P] Bitch, I play by the rules, but I don't play around And if your bitch on my dick, then I'm a favorite now You see them K's around, please don't worry, stay around But if you boys around, you boys gon' have to lay it down Dog, forgive me for my sins But I gotta fuck a bitch for all my niggas in the pen' Fuck it, Lord just protect me from the feds I'm in love with stuffin' bands in my True Religion pants (Go) Protect me from the can and these pussy hatin' niggas One thing I can't stand is a pussy-ass nigga 'Nother thing I can't stand is a broke bitch Said she wanna fuck, make it go bitch Don't fuck hoes that stroke dick, don't talk, bitch, don't spit Hoes love my fuckin' aura, I love my thrax pack I love that chopper, nigga, rubber bands and wat-wat I love my center bitch, Eastside, I won't change I'm that same war nigga, Glocked up, fuck fame [Chorus: Team Eastside Lil P] All my life, I'm just known to be a real nigga This for my trill niggas, chopper to your grill, nigga (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) Fuck how you feel, nigga We shoot to kill niggas, it's a battlefield, nigga You gotta grind for the motherfuckin' glory Put money on your mind, real talk, true story (Uh) You gotta go out and get it Hustle, hustle, hustle, fuck niggas' bitches