How You Feel?

No

No, no

Yeah

Tell me how you feel, said I want you to be real

Told me that you popping pills, that's the reason you feel ill

Everybody tryna run up so you know I keep a steel

Here's the deal, know your face is gonna end up on the milk, yeah

Really I don't get it, know I'm really tryna chill

But you know, when I up this choppa, I'ma shoot to kill, yeah

Come pick up your mans, know his guts is getting spilt

Drag the body up the top, bury him on top the hill, yeah

(Ayy)

Told him to squabble up Kendrick Lamar Hit him with the choppa, hit him with the AR

Put that boy in the damn ER

JK, he gon die in the back of the car, like uh

It's mandatory I'm finna go manic

Fucking with me and this shit looking tragic

Know that we causing that mofuckin havoc

You know that we blasting them full metal jackets, yuh

Ain't gotta a choppa? Then you better pack it

Sending em packin

Talking that shit but it ain't finna happen

You fucking with me, now look what happened, yuh

(Ayy)

I'm really tryna run up, man I'm putting in that work

I ain't really just be robbing, 'less you took it from me first

Then I'll hit you with this choppa, know I put em in the dirt

Man we really roll deep, straight up put em in the Earth, yuh

Tell me how you feel, said I want you to be real

Told me that you popping pills, that's the reason you feel ill

Everybody tryna run up so you know I keep a steel

Here's the deal, know your face is gonna end up on the milk, yeah

Really I don't get it, know I'm really tryna chill

But you know when I up this choppa ima shoot to kill, yeah

Come pick up your mans, know his guts is getting spilt

Drag the body up the top, bury him on top the hill, yeah