How I Feel

[Chorus]
Hm
Hm, bitch, you know that I’m baby life
Hm, bitch, you know I don’t play nice
Fuck you and dip, you know I don’t stay night
Shit don’t feel real, it don’t feel right
I don’t feel okay, I’m not finna lie
Rubbin’ this Glock, not supposed to fuckin’ try it
I miss Kyra, I caught my first tear in my eye
I ain’t fuckin’ this bit’, the ho not my type
Why you try to rob me, bitch you got the wrong guy
We ‘den been did what we did, I ain’t gotta prove nothing I wouldn’t lie
I ‘den been in these fuckin’ streets since a young nigga, I ain’t gotta try

[Verse]
I said you ain’t mine baby don’t even cry
I told Velly, I bought that fire and they called that lying
My partner not ready, I told them I’m ready to shine when y’all ready to shine
Put on that drip baby take your time
Suck my dick, baby don’t waste time
Imma be real, I don’t think I wanna gеt signed
Imma be so real, I don’t think I’ll еver get rid of this 9
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
Showed him some bullets, nigga planned on dyin’
Went to catch on the A before the niggas took that time
Don’t asked who shoot my partner it ain’t mine
Don't ask what Baby EBG did
If you disrespect my fuckin’ brother, put that on the mob, nigga up that [?]
I send shots, try me, no one know how I live
Baby you high right now, please brother, don’t give them no extra shit
I’m not from florida, but nigga, don’t try me like I’m regular jit
All my Woah got that drill, you try me, we all in this shit
I’m a Woah, fuck yo’ stamp
Nigga try me, fuck yo’ camp
Play with the gang, we light ‘em up just like a lamp
You lie ‘bout you stamp, then you gon’ get faded
I let the draco shine on ‘em, said the pussy niggas got a fuckin’ tag
Huh, nigga talking on the fuckin’ net, we called the nigga fuckin’ lame
Huh, catch him and flip him nigga ain’t on nothin’
Hrll, nigga made bullseye, we call him tran
Hm, put this on the mob, killed 5 niggas for a hundred grand
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
And you tell me, you 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
Hm, bitch, you know that I’m baby life
Hm, bitch, you know I don’t play nice
Fuck you and dip, you know I don’t stay night
Shit don’t feel real, it don’t feel right
I don’t feel okay, I’m not finna lie
Rubbin’ this Glock, not supposed to fuckin’ try it
I miss Kyra, I caught my first tear in my eye
I ain’t fuckin’ this bit’, the ho not my type
Why you try to rob me, bitch you got the wrong guy
We ‘den been did what we did, I ain’t gotta prove nothing I wouldn’t lie
I ‘den 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 know this 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 vibe, I hope my bitch do not look at my journal
And these 762 hit his face like a durma
Hm, wet his ass up like the beat, these niggas screaming long live the murderer
I told her if you hold me down, I promise I won’t hurt her