Feelings Lyrics

All these bitches do is play with me

Dime bitches tryna have they way with me

How could you leave

You told me that you would stay with me

Gettin' Trump money, no, you cannot be great with me

Niggas tryna play both sides, it ain't no gray with me

Eating off this plate with me, like what you put in

My brodie in them cells, that nigga keep gettin booked in

Watch that back door, the snakes bringing the crooks in

No lookin', cause you'll get popped tryna put your foot in

I'm really with it

Nigga sayin' he want what I got, he could come and get it

Blow a bag and get a bag, that's another ticket

She want it bad, she wanna ride, told her she could stick it in

And then I'm fuckin' her friends

Keep spinnin' on the ops, I told em' I ain't makin' amends

I pull up in the Rari', next day, pullin' up in the Benz

She keep lookin' worried, cause we fuckin' behind the tints

On a daily, I'm duckin' the feds, Brody got locked up again

They see this pain in my eyes, they think it's a act

They let it rain on them guys, not tryna get wet

I put my hands to the sky, I'm tryna repent

But I'ma sin again, cuz I'ma spin a bend, yeah

And that's the life that I'm livin'

I give her all this love, like why do I never get it

She tellin' me she love me, but played me in the beginnin

I'm driving to the rim, it get physical when I finish, yeah

I need a shoulder

I had all this love as a kid, now I'm older

They say they don't know us, yeah, like what's the hold up

You ain't bringin' pounds to the match, then we can't roll up

We Chiefing like we Sosa

Yeah, Shotti in the building, everybody gettin high

Put them double threes to the sky

We ballin for the guys

All these bitches on me, niggas hatin', don't know why

Put them threes to the sky, oh

Put them threes to the sky

Put them threes to the sky

Yeah

Yeah, RIP to Ross, I'ma ball for my brodie

Hottest young nigga in the city, they need to tour me

Glock with extensions, cuz niggas be tryna floor me

And I can't lean on nobody, so I'ma pour it

Ain't wanna be around, I ain't beggin' and I ain't forcin

That pussy nigga died, no names, but I endorse it

And I am not a gentleman, bitch

Don't let that door hit you

Four-four split you, he died, now that's an old issue

Go get your get back

Thinkin' they your guys, ain't your guys, how you died at that kickback

Talkin' bout some bands, run your pants, let me get that

Ain't cuffin' on no bitches, I'm just pimpin' like I'm Slickback

Cops pulled me, they ain't find the pole like a trick hat

And if you with the opps, then I'm layin' where your bitch at

40 to your mouth, clean it out like a Tic-Tac

They know that we been X'n out the O's like it's Tic-Tac-Toe

But this shit gettin' old, I'm tryna take it to a new height

Keep puttin' out these songs, now it's bringing in a new hype

I'm fuckin' model bitches, all dimes, I got a new type

And I'm a rapper, but you run up, and I'ma Pooh Shiesty

Know some niggas wanna be just like me

Gotta cut her off when she say she like me

Say to her like, sweetie, they want me because I'm icy

Like, keep up

Yeah, Shotti in the building, everybody gettin high

Put them double threes to the sky

We ballin for the guys

All these bitches on me, niggas hatin', don't know why

Put them threes to the sky, oh

Put them threes to the sky

Put them threes to the sky

Yeah