Dk How to Feel Ab It ft. H2oDITMR Lyrics

Yea, niggas really broke, and they be stressed out

Supposed to hit a right, I seen the jakes, and bust a left down

Yea, I was on the east, I caught a play, I'm on the west now

Look, I done put my all into that bitch just to get let down

Yea, now I'll never trust another bitch again

Let this bitch fuck up my head, so I fucked her friend

Yea, and if I catch you out, you better hope that my gun gone jam

I ain't petty smokin' like you niggas, every blunt 4 grams

I'll roll a wood 'fore I think about a bitch

Nigga steady sippin' on IG, but his Wok be hit

Nigga you can come and shop we me, cause my wok legit

You ain't never had to run from twelve, or hop no fence

Yea, I been sensin' niggas off lately

I'm thinkin' should I hit up the doc, and tell him my cough crazy

Yea, give me twenty minutes and a wood, I'm finna talk crazy

Bust down a bow I'm finna sell that bitch in all eighthy's

Yea, long live Chevp, I miss my nigga Jonny

If a nigga disrespect 'em, Ima catch a body

Know that I'll be straight, I just don't know how to feel about it

Twenty racks in dubs in my pocket, got me feelin cocky

Nigga why the fuck would you cuff? You know she a thotty

That bitch done let herself go, she got a bigger body

Bae, I'm finna bust this nigga down, you better get behind me, niggas dedicate they life to hoes like that nigga Wall-E

Twenty racks in dubs, got this shit from hangin' with the robbers

I want a switchy on a hundred, get a bigger chopper

Had thirty, prolly' turn my cousin to another popper

I don't want to know this bitch name, what can I get up out her

Road trips, I made friends with them out of towners

If you try to send one of yo soldiers, its a fuckin' downer

My bitch get the bag through, you cannot come around her

Love at first sight, prolly, with the money counter

I'm tired of niggas askin' 'bout a group, and I'm a fuckin' dub

I'm tied in with the owners, get it in the club

I'm the nigga go around yo mans, fuck on who he love

Mob outlets, and Darius gone be another plug

Payin' for it clean, I got sales off another scrub

I don't got no blood brothers, just another mud

Ten in the club, so you see racks comin' from above

My bitch bad, warmed up, gucci on her gloves

I can't stop, I'll prolly' rap when I couldn't even think

You not my brother, you a fan, we is not in sync

Just bought my bitch a new bag, got it all in pink

When you start to get this shit fast it was hard to blink

No, I cant stop, ill prolly' rap when I couldn't even think

You not my brother, you a fan we is not in sync

Just bought my bitch a new bag got it all in pink

Nigga, it was hard to blink