​​​​feelings

[Intro: Slump6s & sgpwes]
Hitechstef
Racks, nah
Yuki Production
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Greed, wake up
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: sgpwes]
I'm sippin' on drank, I'm sippin' on syrup (Yeah)
Hop on that beat, and I'm finna kill it (Kill it)
Hop on that beat, and I'm finna drill it (Drill it)
We got an opp, and we finna spill it (Yeah)
He leavin' a pint, knowin' I'ma steal it
He cryin' to me, I don't got no feelings (Yeah)
Bitch I'm wearin' all black, I look like a villain
My money tall, it's touchin' the ceilin' (Phew)
I got the racks, it look appealin'
I got the nine, gotta conceal it
I'm still doin' Xans, bitch, I ain't healin'
Designer'ed down from head to toe (Yeah)
I'm smokin' Za' on the boat
Lil' bitch, she a not, she a joke
Pop thеse pills, feel I'm finna float

[Verse 2: Slump6s]
Pop them pills I ain't evеn know, yeah
Don't even know why I do it, yeah
I just be gettin' too booted, okay (Yeah)
All of my bitches too rude (Yeah)
I call up my shooter, he know what to do
Choppa go "Blatt", to a nigga cranium
I'm finna up the fire, then fuckin' aim at him (Yeah)
They steal the swag, yeah, that nigga savin' him
Ass turn from six to a hunnid, runnin' up nothin'
Shooters, they walk to the spot when I'm gunnin'
Hit a jugg, then I'm runnin'
Pass me the blunt (Yeah)
He finna fuck up the function
I made a bag just by rappin' 'bout dumb shit
I'm in the cut like [?], pull up and dump shit
Proud of that ho, yeah, I got that dumb bitch
Then she tried eatin' me up, like a crumb, bitch (Ha, yeah, ha)

[Verse 3: Slump6s]
Yeah, racks on me, too easy (Damn)
I spent a band on a new Moncleezy
They ain't tricklin' [?], get too dizzy
I just poured the Wock' in the cup, too fizzy
Nigga, I'm in this bit', finna release two-fifty
I'ma take a trip, and your ho gettin' with me
(Ah, slatt)

[Verse 4: sgpwes]
Fit on me, yeah, I been runnin' it up
These niggas ass, I'ma keep it a buck (Yeah)
I got a big ass AR in the truck (Yeah)
She wanna love me, I don't give a fuck
She came to my crib, and she wanna get fucked (Fucked)
You talkin' that shit, swear you testin' your luck (Phew)
I feel like a squirrel, 'cause I just wanna nut
Leavin' Slump and had to tell her, "What's up?"
Leavin' Slump, I had to give her a band
I got a lil' bitch, she slow down with my hand
She follow my music, I'm fuckin' a fan
I hop in a jet, then I hop in a Lamb'
I up the stick, and he mo'fuckin' ran
I made so much music, I'm winnin' a [?] (Wow)
That bitch a ho, she be runnin' around
Free all my niggas who stuck in the pound
They wanna know me, I ain't goin' down
Fuck with my stage, she fuck with my sound
I been on Tris, I'm foolin' around
If he try to hop on the wave, he gon' drown
You ballin' and shit, but you was out-of-bounds
He was just toppin', but I'm fuckin' her now
7.62 leave that boy in the ground (Yeah)
Niggas are bitin', they're stealin' the sound

[Verse 5: Slump6s]
And the niggas that's with you just bringin' you down
SRT, nigga, this shit goin' "Rawr"
Talkin' down, nigga, the gang gonna prowl
I don't fuck with that bitch, tell that ho, "Move around"
Black and white diamonds, this shit like a cow
And this shit on my neck cost me four-hunnid thou'
Out the picture, had to cut that shit out
I don't fuck with her, had to cut that shit out
Your bitch don't know shit, had to run it back
Tried spinnin' the eight, runnin' it back (Yeah)
I'm tryna find where the hunnids at
Bitch, I only go where the money is at
I'm on the tallest bitch shit, bitch, you livin' in a shack (Brr)
I'm finna ball on these niggas, nigga on you if you talkin' shit (Big body)

[Outro: Slump6s]
Yeah, ha
Tried to up, you can't
[?], nigga, pay your rent
I'ma put him in the dirt and go out that shit
Feel like Che, nigga, give me that shit
Finna go to war, nigga, give me that shit
(Wish he would, give me that shit)