Feelings lyrics

[Verse 1: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Racing V12s, yeah, watch me (Yeah, watch me)
Lil' n*ggas see it, yeah, they tryna copy (n*gga)
Bad b*tches on me, yeah, they tryna top me (Tryna top me)
It's just us and ten b*tches, finna go to Pappies (It's just ten b*tches)
I just caught a giant bag of blues, feel like Jeremy Shockey (Big bag)
Stuff a lot of strong in my 'Wood, yeah, it's very stocky (Very stocky)
My b*tch Hollywood, but we at Steven's eatin' teriyaki (We don't normally)
f*ck around in Fendi, yesterday, I did Versace (Did Versace)
Big double-R truck, yesterday, I did a Masi' (Was in a Masi')
Takin' n*ggas' b*tches, drivin' fast like I'm Ricky Bobby (Ricky Bobby)
Turn a rock to Six Flags, we got dumb rides (Dumb rides)
b*tches tryna hang on like she rock climb (Rock climb)
Balenciagas big than a b*tch, but they my size (Big as f*ck)
Went to Roscoe's for waffles and a sunrise (Waffles and a sunrise)
Every time you see us out, that's them one guys (Ayy, that's them)
Yeah, we them n*ggas, yeah, I promise (I promise)
Took some coins, I'm Sonic (I'm Sonic), BucksClan, I'm Giannas (I'm Giannas)
Flexin' every time I catch a play, feel like Mike Thomas (Mike Thomas)

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
I'm tryna see you with your bands up
One hundred million by my lonely, I don't do this for them cameras
Big blicky, I gotta keep it on me 'cause them n*ggas out here scandalous
If you move wrong, we gon' OD, I'm abusing if I panic
Just do it because you love me, shawty, you ain't gotta understand
[Verse 2: Bino Rideaux]
I popped a Perc' and make your ho a fan of me, yeah
I can't try to hold everything, yeah
We baller blockin', put that Rolls in the street, yeah
n*ggas poppin', but they hoes underneath that
I tried doin' sh*t by the code, it was weak, yeah
I got new and I got old, it ain't me, yeah
Real n*gga, ain't no ho in me, yeah
n*ggas still ain't did it like they told me

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
I'm tryna see you with your bands up
One hundred million by my lonely, I don't do this for them cameras
Big blicky, I gotta keep it on me 'cause them n*ggas out here scandalous
If you move wrong, we gon' OD, I'm abusing if I panic
Just do it because you love me, shawty, you ain't gotta understand

[Verse 3: Jeeezy]
n*ggas really hoes, I can't even lie (I can't even lie)
Yeah, he mad I hit his b*tch, but I ain't even try (I ain't even try)
I got tired of fittin' in, I went to Philipp Plein (Philipp Plein)
I keep killin' all these n*ggas, this sh*t genocide (This sh*t genocide)
Too many b*tches in our section, you can't get inside (Way too many)
I be pickin' on them n*ggas that you run behind
Mama said I was that n*gga since I been alive (Since I been alive)
Tryna get a quarter-piece, I'm gettin' sick of dimes (Sick of dimes)
Moncler on my back, this sh*t so warm (Yeah, it's warm)
Makin' plays on Obama phones like I'm Joe Horn (Like I'm Horn)
Draggin' b*tches by they ankles like a snowboard (Like a snowboard)
It's two hundred miles an hour on this dashboard (On this dashboard)
Put it in the Uber, send it to a shooter (Yeah, send it)
Tryna pop out with a bad b*tch like that n*gga Future (On my mama)
Walkin' in with nineteen b*tches, I'm Amari Cooper (Amari Cooper)
Really hittin' sh*t from long range, yeah, they sharpshooters (They sharpshooters)
He a b*tch in real life, tough on them computers
Big-titty b*tches at my house, I ain't go to Hooters (Hell nah)
I'ma pick her up, if she don't f*ck, I'ma send an Uber
[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
I'm tryna see you with your bands up
One hundred million by my lonely, I don't do this for them cameras
Big blicky, I gotta keep it on me 'cause them n*ggas out here scandalous
If you move wrong, we gon' OD, I'm abusing if I panic
Just do it because you love me, shawty, you ain't gotta understand