How I Feel lyrics

[Chorus]
Hm
Hm, b*tch, you know that I’m baby life
Hm, b*tch, you know I don’t play nice
f*ck you and dip, hell nah we don't stay night
sh*t don’t feel real, it don’t feel right
I don’t feel okay, I’m not finna lie
Ride’ with that Glock, I'm not supposed to f*ckin’ drive
I miss Kyra, I caught my first tear in my eye
I can f*ck on’ this bit’, but that ho not my type
You can try to rob me, but you got the wrong guy
We ‘done been did what we did, I ain’t gotta prove none I wouldn’t lie
I ‘done been in these f*ckin’ streets since a young n*gga, I ain’t gotta try

[Verse]
I said you arent mine baby don’t even cry
I told Velly, I bust that fire if they cross that line
My partner not ready, I told them I’m ready to shine when y’all ready to shine
Put on that drip baby take yo timе
Suck my di*k, baby don’t waste time
Imma be rеal, I don’t think I wanna get signed
Imma be so real, I don’t think I’ll ever get rid of this 9
Mhm, Imma be so real, I don’t think I’ll ever get rid of this 9
We just gon’ smoke him like a drug deal
Sewed em him some bullets, n*gga planned on dyin’
Went to catch on the A before them n*ggas took that time
Don’t asked who sumo partner it ain’t mine
Don't ask what Baby EBG did
If you disrespect my f*ckin’ brother, put this on the mob, n*gga up that sig
I send shots, try me, no one know how I live
Velly you high right now, please brother, don’t give them no extra sh*t
I’m not from florida, but n*gga, don’t try me like I’m regular jit
All my Woahs got that drac, you try me, we all in this sh*t
All my Whoas, f*ckin stamp
n*gga try me, f*ck yo’ camp
Wan play with the gang, we light ‘em up just like a lamp
You lie ‘bout yo stamp, then you gon’ get fan
I let the draco shine on ‘em, said the pus*y n*gga got a f*ckin’ tan
Huh, n*gga keep talking on the f*ckin’ net, we caught them n*ggas f*ckin’ ran
Huh, catch him and flip him n*gga ain’t on nothin’
Hrll, n*gga play both side we call him trans
Hm, put this on the mob, killed 5 n*ggas for a hunnid gram
Hm, yea, he think he a vamp
Hm, yea, who the f*ck got yo’ stamp
Hm, you ain’t gotta remember me, but just tell me
Why the f*ck would I put my own f*ckin’ career in jeopardy
Baby tell me, im thuggin’ out for sure, but you can get a better me
I don’t know why, I guess I’m not feeling your energy
[Chorus]
Hm, b*tch, you know that I’m baby life
Hm, b*tch, you know I don’t play nice
f*ck you and dip, hell nah we don't stay night
sh*t don’t feel real, it don’t feel right
I don’t feel okay, I’m not finna lie
Ride’ with that Glock, I'm not supposed to f*ckin’ drive
I miss Kyra, I caught my first tear in my eye
I can f*ck on’ this bit’, but that ho not my type
You can try to rob me, but you got the wrong guy
We ‘done been did what we did, I ain’t gotta prove none I wouldn’t lie
I ‘done been in these f*ckin’ streets since a young n*gga, I ain’t gotta try

[Outro]
Hm, yea, both my best friends locked up for a murder
Hm, I just want to tell Ma that I’m sorry, ‘cus I just know that sh*t hurt her
And I get so high I’m paranoid, I hope police don’t even call this burner
And I rap about all my vibes, I hope this b*tch dont look in my journal
Let the 7.62s hit his face like a dermal
Hm, wet his ass up like the beat, these n*ggas screaming long live the murder
I told her if you hold me down, I promise I won’t hurt her