Feelin it (feat. WockyMontana & Loofy)

I'ma go outside on your block but I'm really not feelin' it I do it anytime that I want

Just hop ona beat and I really start killin' it Got a bag full of bitty don't know where

she from But all I know is she's Dominican

Hop in a B I start killin' it Mom bag I'ma get in it

You cuffin' that hoe but I been in it I think he lost his mind

I got a choppa to crime How they gon' seek I'ma find

I think that girl's a dime I got a blunt like I'm signed

Choppa gon' have this fine I hop on a B and I'm tryin

I'm off of the putt slowly dyin' I run out the bank and I'm my friend

I water my clay when it's shinin' I really mean me a name

You is not one that you claim Went through the storm, yeah, I been through

the rain Yeah, it's the next gen

I'ma lock up if I'm tired of textin' I got a Glock in the back, hit that boat with

the Westin' I'ma hop on a B, you can't hear the compression

What is with all the aggression that you show

I got a scope, I know you know I don't even care no more, I'm finna go

I run up my racks and I buy me a Coke Got me a Coke cause I ran that shit up

Glock and Nick Lemon, this shit is gon' bust Tryna be a gang, but he ain't one of us

My diamonds yellow, this shit like a bust I was gon' fuck her up, but I'm really not

feelin' it, uh I'm fuckin' her up, she feelin' that, uh

I'm off a break and I'm feelin' like, uh Love my wrist, make that shit bright, uh

She said she love me, but I don't give a fuck

I'ma go outside in your block, but I'm really not feelin' it, uh

I do it anytime that I want, just hop on a B and I really start killin' it, uh

Got a bag, lil' bitty don't know where she from, but all I know is she's the mannequin, uh

Hop on a B, I start killin' it, uh My bag, I'ma get in it, uh

You cuffin' that hoe, but I been in it, uh You cuffin' that hoe, but I been in it, uh

Man, I fought from the back and she feelin' it, uh

Man, these bullets so big that they feelin' them all

9 to 5, 5, 6, and we hittin' his arm Hey, stop it, you not about it

I'm on my game, so run up the pocket They all in my DMs, I'm livin' to drop it

Heal up, heal up, heal up, heal up

Man, I'm feelin' like Kobe, made a fuck **** OD

Man, you **** don't know me, man, I'm high off that OC

Heal up, heal up, heal up, heal up

That **** lockin', we pullin' his face Made a fuck **** walk through the ring

Made that fuck **** runnin' like Jace He fuckin' with me, I might spit in his face

Man, this **** so nasty, I caught this **** listenin' to Drake

Cops said I rose, ay Oh, brother, this guy stinks