Feelings Lyrics

I've been in my feelings for some time now

Everytime I come back up I'm going right down

One day she say come over lay that pipe down

The next that she don't give a fuck and I can die now

I've been rollin rollin rollin in my benzo

I been smokin smokin smokin on that indoor

You wanna know the spot I got the info

You been makin money? I make it tenfold

I don't know why everybody fuckin with me

Don't go too far shit is gon get ugly with me

Everytime im out I got my shawty with me

But bitches still think they gon get lucky with me

Told my brother I'm off the henny

My boy strapped up he got the semi

I feel like Kdot I feel like Kenny

They ask me bout my racks, I said too many

When I'm with the gang I shoot like curry

That boy not a shoota don't you worry

My legs is shaky, my vision blurry

I live to crazy I won't make thirty

Gave my plug another thousand cash in hand

My whip bulletproof that's what you don't understand

Went from hand me downs to some shoes that cost like ten

All this cash on me feel like the motherfucking man

I've been in my feelings for some time now

Everytime I come back up I'm going right down

One day she say come over lay that pipe down

The next that she don't give a fuck and I can die now

I've been rollin rollin rollin in my benzo

I been smokin smokin smokin on that indoor

You wanna know the spot I got the info

You been makin moneyy? I make it tenfold

Once upon a time I was servin shit

Curvin bitches ridin round with brothers on that murder shit

Now I found my purpose writin rhymes and finding words that fit

Shawty want a birkin, rather get me some more purple shit

Sent him up to heaven wonder if they let him in

Trappin out the bando go ahead and tell a friend

Last night I spent like ten but I just made that shit again

Shooters wiped his nose at 12 o'clock I sent the hit at ten

I was up all night that shit left me with a headache

Lil bro got a scar on his neck but still shoot like Carlos Tevez

Just made another milly I make it look simple

Screamin fuck 12 when I'm hangin out the window

Now I'm back on the block, strapped with a Glock

When I shoot my shot motherfuckers better duck

Just hit a lick cooked up some bricks

Didn't sleep another night but just made another hit