Locked in the Feeling Lyrics

I know they gotta be sick of me

They want me out of here literally

They don’t want to see me ball on them

They know its gonna happen eventually

Safety off the pistol all day

Tell them come and get it ok

Because they know my flow is oh yay

Bunch of clowns circus o’lay

I’m bout my money so give me mine

My quality special a different shine

Set up to run in a different race

We can probably kick it another time

Veuve On chill got a different taste

Mode on chill a different different place

How about we check out coast

They call tricky they really broke

Them suckas be hating they do the most

Santo Domingo chill wit my migos

Sand in ya toes forget bout your pea coat

When it comes me you know ain’t no equal

Tell them tell them run it all back

Be in your crib in all blacking

Trying to get my brothers off that

They tell me to rap and fall back

Trying to get mama her island

Turnt to the max and we all Wildin

Chef maid own driver

Get jiggy on em her own stylist

Then step in the banks wit no problems

Withdrawal large amounts on em

The type you don’t even count on em

That’s why we never could count on em