Mad Feelings

Trippy's

Verse 1 (Trippykm)

Every day I wake up and celebrate a new day

Everybody on this elaborate the new days

Hanging on the streets makings streaks doesn't pay

Rather go home and just play wit some keys

Making loans of sins they're interests to pay

Got the key to open some successful doors

You barging you opening suicide doors

Money on the floor like its kept hostage

I'm high on my horse I got mad feelings

I'm a bad boss I'm making bad deals

Yous a bad bitch uu making bad kills

Pre Hook (Trippykm)

You be talking bout em feelings we don't talk

You be talking bout em.killings we stock Glocks

All my **** do weed and talk we don't talk bout other feelings

We just have one

Verse 2 (Trippykm)

She ain't the one she do the most she flying coach

Shawty chasing pockets **** she diamond digging

Foseg go away I want M's not debts on my plate

All my dawgs don't overrate don't overtake they undertake

You ain't a gangster you using up the name tag

Ain't caught up with the gangster life I maintain

Your girl loves me coz uu tryna be me ****

Do brogacio beef tryna put me in a fridge

I catch mad feelings then you catch bad bullets

Issa sad feeling bad feeling dunno how ya feel call it mixed feeling

Mad to the max point

Call me mad max trippy ****(MMT)

Hook

I got mad feelings they tripping on them feels

I got mad feelings ain't no flipping flopping feels

I got mad feelings don't buy sad feels

If I give her mine you go crazy bro

If I give her mine she embrace it tho

If I give her smile she erase you bro

Hook

You be talking bout em feelings we don't talk

You be talking bout em.killings we stock Glocks

All my **** do weed and talk we don't talk bout other feelings

We just have one

Verse 3

When you my ex you my ex no love backs

I just solved for x and y's for my ****

Bag on my back wif some old racks

Pack of percocets for my ninjas

When we rob a bank

We rob wit bob for 44 minutes

Ain't no 4 :44 I don't do them riddle talk

All my **** do ghat d-hope they straight talkers ain't no curvey shit ****

Mess with the dope squad gets some shot fired

Mercy ain't our thing we don't miss target

Gun squad in your crib issa new years Eve

Finna do lotta bets on them streets

Cops are afraid of the D's

We only get caught up by the feds

No body is fat

We running round like Caster Semenya

You re lazy you in a casket

Talk is always cheap like its on black Friday

I practice when I preach what I know I can reach

I'm the boogey man I snatch like boonkgang

Reject made me a better man

Don't force chemistry to bond with em

We catch mad feelings and you catch a bad bullets hole

Ain't no time to chase ruthless hoes