FEEL EM Lyrics

Never lacking, I stay with my gunna

Bullets hot, just like the summer

Can't get on my level, that's a bummer

Me and gang smoking wood, like a plumber

With a gun, I could be a drummer

With a gun, I could be a driller

Why your girl acting odd

I don't think I feel her

In that stu and I'm dancing like I'm in a triller

These people too fed, they think I'm a killer

They act all the same, I don't really feel them

I send my top shooters, go drill em'

I got my mop, cause that boy gon' leak

I put a tag right on his feet

And I put a price tag on a feat

Yeah, it come with a fee

Why your girl all up on my meat

She tryna hop in the whip, but only got one seat

And I think that she know that

Hop on my boat, yeah, I'm finna row that

You in my DMs, asking me your girl back

Yeah, we gon' show that

And that Glock 37, we gon' blow that

He my seed, but not finna grow that

So mad that I took his girl, finna troll that

Yeah, finna troll that, boy

Why that girl tryna play me like a toy

Like, just tell me now

Am I annoying you

I don't wanna be the side dude

I'm not tryna be a part of your roster, your crew

She left my heart cold like brr

And she tryna pull up to my crib, tryna frrr

Pull up in that whip, she think I'm tryna flirt

She tryna come and mess with me,

Put her mans in the dirt

You my seed, my clone

I'm your rabbi, you might as well call me sir

And I'm rockin' out in my white beater

Hop in my other whip, it's a nine-seater

Shouldn't have trust that girl, she a nice cheater

She listen to my music, say I'm good

We spinning your block, shoot your hood

And we put your man's on a hoodie

I know that she mad, gotta put her on seen

They sleepin' on me, gotta enter the scene

Every time that I wake up, I get to the green

Never lacking, I stay with my gunna

Bullets hot, just like the summer

Can't get on my level, that's a bummer

Me and gang smoking wood, like a plumber

With a gun, I could be a drummer

With a gun, I could be a driller

Why your girl acting odd

I don't think I feel her

In that stu and I'm dancing like I'm in a triller

These people too fed, they think I'm a killer

They act all the same, I don't really feel them

I send my top shooters, go drill em'

I got my mop, cause that boy gon' leak

I put a tag right on his feet

And I put a price tag on a feat

Yeah, it come with a fee