Feelings lyrics

[Intro: Rich Amiri]
—damn
Hit me back, I'll pull up to your city
Baby, f*ck your ex, tell him good riddance, yeah
What I'm tryna show you, do you feel it?
f*ck that other b*tch, she in her feelings
Uh (Ayy), uh-uh (b*tch, haha)
I say uh
Uh (Ayy), uh-uh, uh-uh
(Man, what the f*ck goin' on, Maajins)

[Chorus: Rich Amiri]
Yeah, ayy
b*tch, I got guap, I hit the lottery
Tryna steal my sound, them boys tryna copy me
Your boy ran down and he got his body squeezed, damn
Hit me back, I'll pull up to your city
Baby, f*ck your ex, tell him good riddance, yeah
What I'm tryna show you, do you feel it?
f*ck that other b*tch, she in her feelings

[Verse 1: Rich Amiri]
f*ck her, I ain't really love her
Honestly, I trust you, treat you like no other
But don't get too comfortable, you can still get cut
Bro hand me the 'Wood, had to fill it up with Runtz
And my Glock, it pack a punch, damn
I guess that I'm not enough (b*tch, haha)
They was tryna lock me up
I don't do no talkin', no
I just gеt to sparkin', yeah (Man, what the f*ck goin' on?)
All a sudden thеy want some from me
All a sudden b*tches hittin' me up
Sorry, baby, can't get none from me
No, your ho can't get enough of me, no
[Chorus: Rich Amiri]
Yeah, ayy
b*tch, I got guap, I hit the lottery
Tryna steal my sound, them boys tryna copy me
Your boy ran down and he got his body squeezed, damn
Hit me back, I'll pull up to your city
Baby, f*ck your ex, tell him good riddance, yeah
What I'm tryna show you, do you feel it?
f*ck that other b*tch, she in her feelings

[Verse 2: Desire]
I ain't had my drank in 'bout three days, I need some more
I been chasin' your love, got me in San Antonio
Whoopin' n*ggas above, but the n*ggas that say want smoke (Want smoke)
And for your love, had enough (Had enough)
Then think about goin' ghost (Think about goin' ghost)
I took the Beam' out the lot (I took the Beam' out the lot)
I get the racks a lot (b*tch, haha, oh)
Double R, Chris sippin' drop (Sippin' the drop)
Pockets lookin' like a knot (Ah)
I been f*ckin' all the thots (f*ckin' all the thots)
Rino put thirty thousand on his watch (Uh-huh)
We the n*ggas in the shots (Man, what the f*ck goin' on?)
I ain't had my drank in 'bout three days, I need some more (More)
I been chasin' your love, got me in San Antonio (Oh, woah)
Whoopin' n*ggas above, but the n*ggas that say want smoke (Woah)
And for your love, had enough, then think about goin' ghost (Woah)
[Chorus: Rich Amiri]
Yeah, ayy
b*tch, I got guap, I hit the lottery
Tryna steal my sound, them boys tryna copy me
Your boy ran down and he got his body squeezed, damn
Hit me back, I'll pull up to your city
Baby, f*ck your ex, tell him good riddance, yeah
What I'm tryna show you, do you feel it?
f*ck that other b*tch, she in her feelings

[Outro: Rich Amiri]
f*ck her, I ain't really love her
Honestly, I trust you (b*tch, haha)
I said f*ck her, I ain't really love her but I don't know if I trust her
(Man, what the f*ck goin' on?)