In Your Feelings lyrics

[Intro]
(DJ EscoMoeCity)
That sh*t be crazy
b*tch stay mad
n*ggas be mad too tho’

[Verse 1: Joe Moses]
What all that attitude for? That sh*t is weak and disrespectful
You can't smile no more, you gotta act the way I met you
You be trippin if I let you
That's why my other b*tches special
All that screaming on the phone, b*tch, wait till I catch you
I can't see myself with you, so I moved out your way
We only f*cked in the room, you never been to where I stay
I heard your baby daddy play, I heard he turned down a fade
Then your ass got with me, and had it made, but you fake
b*tch, get out your feelings 'bout that other sh*t
And don't be downloading’ WhatsApp to text my other b*tch
Wе used to f*ck, and that was nothing
And that's the end discussion
Know you mad, causе I done turned nothing into something

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Joe Moses]
b*tch, you in your feelings
How you get mad like I playing?
We just f*cking, I didn't know we was dating
b*tch, you in your feelings
And stop texting all my b*tches
All that 12 sh*t
Hoe, that sh*t is snitching
b*tch, you in your feelings
Should've never took off the rubber
I miss it though, let’s just f*ck, it's no cuddle
b*tch, you in your feelings
I kept it real about them hoes
We had fun, now it's over, case closed
[Verse 2: Joe Moses]
Lil b*tch from O.T., used to f*ck with her P
She said she never [?] ho, but when [?]
I like the b*tch, so we meet
I f*cked her pus*y in my sleep
Our conversations hit different, every call we go deep
Every day was a challenge, in every way she a distraction
But in the back of my mind, I wanna stab in [?]
My n*gga say I gotta chill, bro, don't make this a habbit
I can't chill, I'm in my feelings, about some sh*t I can't have
These n*ggas be in feelings too
Don't let these n*ggas trick you like they not
I done blew the b*tch spot, over some motherf*cking c*ck
I been calling the b*tch phone, damn I miss my b*tch box
And that head is the top
Damn


[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Joe Moses]
b*tch, you in your feelings
How you get mad like I playing?
We just f*cking, I didn't know we was dating
b*tch, you in your feelings
And stop texting all my b*tches
All that 12 sh*t
Hoe, that sh*t is snitching
b*tch, you in your feelings
Should've never took off the rubber
I miss it though, let’s just f*ck, it's no cuddle
b*tch, you in your feelings
I kept it real about them hoes
We had fun, now it's over, case closed