Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
KsBvndz
KsBvndz
Performer
Ys Dz
Ys Dz
Performer
Studio Of Legends
Studio Of Legends
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Studio Of Legends
Studio Of Legends
Composer
DeShaun Thomas
DeShaun Thomas
Composer
Jeremiah Douse-lindsay
Jeremiah Douse-lindsay
Composer

Lyrics

Lately I ain't feelin' shit, I pour a deuce inside my cup
Lately I ain't feelin' shit, I pour a deuce inside my cup
Long live 2Eight
Long live Reemy
(Jxckk just want a drank)
Free all the guys
Lately I ain't feelin' shit, I pour a deuce inside my cup
Yo
Lately I ain't feelin' shit, I pour a deuce inside my cup
I ain't been home in couple weeks, I'm livin' like I'm on the run
It's feelin' fucked, everybody showin' love but I still feel it ain't enough
Yeah, I rap and send a blitz, I got they trenches feelin' rough
I'll never bluff 'cause that's the shit that's turnin' **** into dust
Let's fuck it up, 'cause if we hoppin' out this wheels, it ain't no luck
Tryna send 'em up, 'cause every time my killer step, they duck and run
And I don't even gotta ask, my Viller always drawin' blood
Im in the streets, so if you love me, here's my bid before I leave
No grinnin' teeth 'cause if they see that, they gon' think this shit is sweet
I'll let it squeeze before I let these **** get one up on me
They said, "It's beef", we on their rip, we tryna leave **** deceased
I had to lock in, in my zone, I got sick of feelin' defeat
Had to go and run it up before I start livin' my dreams
Was prayin' that I don't fuck it up 'cause I'll get up and crash for Reemz
We been lurkin' on their block, hit **** up, and tires screech
Shoutout to my Villers, bitch, we BMF
I was on the block with Griffin 'cause I know he step
Watch how you talk 'cause you don't really wanna meet the men
They got his legs, that ain't enough, we tryna take his head
I was trappin' hard, just countin' racks, uh, uh, uh
This 40 leave a **** on his ass, uh, uh, uh
Ever seen a Glizzy turn to MAC? Uh, uh, uh
I ain't never trippin' 'bout a thot, like where'd you come from?
I can't even lie, I was trappin' for some petty shit
But I just got a call, it's from the plug, he said, "The fetty hit"
Had to ban him from the block 'cause he was slimin' on some Melly shit
Two hands when I be pressin' on the Glock, I gotta steady it
I'm still inside the streets, so I wonder what she see in me
Forgot I'm KsBvndz, so I know why she wan' be with me
And I met that bitch on Snap, so when I link it, I can't leave the heat
And my mama, she been prayin' that I change my life and leave the streets
But she'll never understand, we really got it out the mud
She should've seen it for herself, around the block, no one to trust
His dumbass sent a diss, and got hit up, he in a blunt
We victimize your block, you're on the net and tryna front
I was fucked up in my mind, a young **** needed a hug
I was young and I was lost, and never felt no type of love
So from the day I lost my dawg, I told these kids, "I had enough"
So now we lurkin' on their block, we turnin' **** into Runtz
Lately I ain't feelin' shit, I pour a deuce inside my cup
I ain't been home in couple weeks, I'm livin' like I'm on the run
It's feelin' fucked, everybody showin' love but I still feel it ain't enough
Yeah, I rap and send a blitz, I got they trenches feelin' rough
I'll never bluff 'cause that's the shit that's turnin' **** into dust
Let's fuck it up, 'cause if we hoppin' out this wheels, it ain't no luck
Tryna send 'em up, 'cause every time my killer step, they duck and run
And I don't even gotta ask, my Viller always drawin' blood
(Jxckk just want a drank)
Written by: DeShaun Thomas, Jeremiah Douse-lindsay, Studio Of Legends
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