Feelings Lyrics

Long live the guys, y'all forever gon' live through me

Free Brodie out that system

They caught him on the road with them cards, nigga, they tried to clip him

Nigga in Ann Arbor talkin' shit, fuckin' with some children

Told bro I ain't gon' fight, nigga, yeah, I'm tryin' to kill him

If you ever catch some shots, nigga, yeah, you know who sent him

Brodie hangin' out the window, man, he chillin' like a villain

Took a shot, he prayin' to the Lord like a Christian

Brodie suited up, I just sent him on a mission

He just hit a nigga in the head, you know he real efficient

You lackin' payments on the whip, yo, funds ain't sufficient

Play with the mafia, you gon' be swimmin' with the fishes

I can't rap about shit else, I don't know shit but the trenches

You ain't in no trap, you can't tell me shit about no kitchen

If I ever sent some shots, I ain't never left em limpin

I know a couple niggas trappin', I know a couple niggas pimpin

Up with a Pro Mag, give em 33 like I'm Pippen

Any beat I hop on in five minutes, I can rip it

Just started rappin' and I promise I been trippin

Different nigga night and day, I'm somethin' like a gremlin

Bitch, I'm here to fuck, get the fuck up out your feelings

Brodie, you ain't tough, you can stop with all that tension

I'm just doin' this for the riches, I ain't with all that attention

Bitch tryna set me up, I can see it in her intentions

Bitch, I know the plug, you can call me the extension

Slidin' on they blocks, send them niggas to extinction

Nigga, you a bitch, why the fuck I see you reachin'

Bro, you broke as hell, why the fuck you out here leachin'

Nigga, I'm out late as hell, man, I'm out here creepin

Bro playin' both sides, he prayin' in a demon

I ain't fuckin' with these groupie bitches, they just want my semen

Bro, I'm finna drop, I'm finna give em what they needin

Ain't never been a follower, baby, I been out here leadin

Niggas want some beef, up the score, bet I feed em

Caught a op with some sharks, I bet that we eat him

Caught him at dinner with his bitch, yeah, we finna seat em

Always in some different whips we four deep in that beetle

And we got some switches, we can't get caught, we illegal

This bitch a turbo, we can't get caught, we gon' leave em

Riding in 5%, yo, tint, it look see-through

Nigga, I got some real fuckin' ops, like I'm C-Food

Look in Brodie eyes, he a demon, we all evil

Riding with some big toys, yeah, these bitches all lethal

5-7 and up, we bet not catch you in no regal

Brodie really crazy, put a switch on the D Eagle

If you ain't got no bows or poles, nigga, I ain't even tryna meet you

These niggas, they don't fuck with me, the feelings kinda mutual

You gon' die fuckin' with me, I can see into your future

You should've stayed in school while you shootin', be a hooper

Fuckin' on a thick bitch from the back, her coochie pootin

Brodie broke as hell, I heard you was out here lootin

Nigga, you ain't never made a dub, why you losin'

I could never put my trust in a bitch, they out here choosin

Ridin' in a brand new Vette, we out here cruisin

Do this shit for Lo on these beats, I go stupid