How I’m Feelin lyrics

[Intro: Boldy James]
Let's get it

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Diamonds dripping like some H-twenty
Ice hittin' off the Bape hoodie
Got me feelin' like I'm H Boogie
Glock semi-auto but the K fully
Clip poking like a pin cushion
Speed boatin' up Lake Erie
Whole team allergic to that fake jewelry
All you pus*y n*ggas know you can't near me
I'm the dream Martin Luther King had
One day, that we shall overcome
n*gga ranned off seen my older son
To go up top on 'em, that's a hole in one
Ice crossed, that's a lot of karats on the Father, Spirit, and the Holy Son
Never see the pea-green Kel-Tec with a thirty-rounder, this the only one
Meech stealing buffies, I was on the run
In double-O-seven with the Golden Gun
Went to Gary got the Rollie done
Had to mix the Hutchie with the Golden Sun
On I-94, with a 504
n*ggas thought that was a pair of Levis
n*gga touch a hair on Streets-
Marty say he dropping everything on the Eastside
Fifty-four-hundred n*ggas road runnin'
Fight Night in Vegas sittin' ring-side
Got the bows coming for the one seven
Drug zonin' in the seventeen five
Get them blue jeans for seventeen five
Bo Jacks for the four two dub
Lost a whole line on them Orenthals
Pray to God that I find a new plug
[Chorus: TRVP]
This how I'm feeling
I walk in the trap I'll start balling I'm scared I'mma flip it
Cause shawty won't f*ck I'm like f*ck her cause that's how I'm feeling
I whip it I cook it I serve it like I work at Denny's
Can't f*ck with you fraud ass n*ggas cause that's how I'm feeling
No really no really no really no really no really no really
No cuts on a young n*gga belt, like he fresh out of prison
Them rats gon' show who they know then I got 'em you n*ggas offended
And that's how I'm feeling man that's how I'm feeling man how I'm feeling

[Verse 2: Gwala Gambino]
I touch down, look at my phone
Aldospirone, what you hidin' by?
I'm speed racing down Adda drive
Some' in my phone, some' in my thighs
Aight, n*gga what?
I ain't beefin' about no sl*t (At all)
Meet my great-great granny talkin'- you up it you better bust
Etched in sand I don't trust nothing
I'll pull up, knock of your muffin
I ain't no David Ruffin
Arbre trends in my pumpkin (Yup)
I'll meet you at junction
f*ck the police make an ass out of you and me
Like an assumption
Whatup chop, I'm Gwuap Fifty
Fifty Gwuap n*gga Rolling Sixty
Tiny re-rock put me in the business
I'm cracking finger like a junior gymnast
I'll crack a pot, Pyrex killer
Peep through the crowd, I'm a Dex killer
All you need is a f*ckin red nose
And some big shoes you the next victim (Big clown)
f*cking clown, chase you big homie every time I come around
Pop a n*gga then I raw hand raw hot
f*ck a rob my own thing go hard
Stick 'em in a hoe we ain't gon' try
Give a f*ck if her first whole hand lie
Free my n*gga S gotta do a whole dime
I'm knee high in a whole pie
[Chorus: TRVP]
This how I'm feeling
I walk in the trap I'll start balling I'm scared I'mma flip it
Cause shawty won't f*ck I'm like f*ck her cause that's how I'm feeling
I whip it I cook it I serve it like I work at Denny's
Can't f*ck with you fraud ass n*ggas cause that's how I'm feeling
No really no really no really no really no really no really
No cuts on a young n*gga belt, like he fresh out of prison
Them rats gon' show who they know then I got 'em you n*ggas offended
And that's how I'm feeling man that's how I'm feeling man how I'm feeling

[Outro]
Boldy's always making us late bruh
He doesn't care
About what?
He got his priorities f*cked up
What? I don't care about what?
He put the drugs before everything