Feeling (Jay Critch Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Pop Smoke]
Traphouse Mob
Traphouse Mob
Uh, look

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
I got that sit 'em down feeling
Get up, can't sit around feeling
I got that drill 'em now feeling
Get up and drill 'em now feeling
Lightning, thunder, I got a drill 'em now feeling
Back out, brush 'em, no, I can't sit around feeling
I got that sit 'em down feeling
Get up, can't sit around feeling
I got that drill 'em now feeling
Get up and drill 'em now feeling
Lightning, thunder, I got a drill 'em now feeling
Back out, brush 'em, no, I can't sit around feeling

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
Lightning, thunder, put 'em under
Back out, brush 'em, I got that drill 'em now feeling
I got that cash out feeling, I got that touchdown feeling
I got that back out, get 'em, if you gon' run up with 'em
Big .38, hawk 'em, big Benz, ain't no walking
I ain't really with the talking, I got that drill 'em now feeling
I got that run 'em down feeling
I got that kill 'em now feeling
I make 'em spin around spinning
Know my gun get around, get 'em
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
I got that sit 'em down feeling
Get up, can't sit around feeling
I got that drill 'em now feeling
Get up and drill 'em now feeling
Lightning, thunder, I got a drill 'em now feeling
Back out, brush 'em, no, I can't sit around feeling
I got that sit 'em down feeling
Get up, can't sit around feeling
I got that drill 'em now feeling
Get up and drill 'em now feeling
Lightning, thunder, I got a drill 'em now feeling
Back out, brush 'em, no, I can't sit around feeling

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
All of my enemies they getting paper (Paper)
Them n*ggas slow or dumb or somethin
I've been on a mission (On a mission)
Palms itching n*gga I got a feeling some money coming
Dirty boys, and we don't f*ck with n*ggas
We ain't into the politics
Put this b*tch on a flight
Now she my eater as soon as she touch down she swallowing
If it ain't money then I ain't talking (Talking)
Is that sh*t a joke?
Drop five bands Louis V my coat (My coat)
Bentley came in same color like dope
Bentayga, ain’t no Lexus
All the opp n*ggas never be flexing (Flexing)
Cause them n*ggas broke
They talking crazy, thats brand new smoke (Brand new smoke)
Get my shooters some brand new scopes (Brand new scopes)
Don't knock your beef out your taco
f*cking with her favorite Pop Smoke
Brody gonna pull up {?}, bullets bigger than pot holes
Send {?} to do hits in a Tahoe
My n*ggas moving like {?}

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
I got that sit 'em down feeling
Get up, can't sit around feeling
I got that drill 'em now feeling
Get up and drill 'em now feeling
Lightning, thunder, I got a drill 'em now feeling
Back out, brush 'em, no, I can't sit around feeling
This is a Melo beat
Mom, Moneyevery's making beats again