I Feel Dat

Wassup Moe?

Talk your shit, lil bro

Talk your shit, I'm cooling

I feel that, I feel that

Glock

What he tell dey ass doe, damn

Uh

I ain't them other ****, more advanced

Hop out wit that glick, tell him show me his hands

And when shit go bad, you gon' see who your man

And the feds tried biltz, hit the corner, I ran

We got drac's, they came from Iran

I'm cooking they ass, I don't need me no pan

How you gon' hop in that car and you don't got a plan?

How you saying you up and you don't got a band?

Damn

**** be broke, they be leeching

Quickdraw, it was no point for him reaching

And we switching them cars, just like Jeepers, we creeping, uh

I know he a pussy, I see him, he bleeding

And we cooking the feds, you should see how we speeding

These **** be hot, they like teachers in meeting

And I'm taking your life if you give me a reason, uh

Damn

You got a stick, then just show it off

Bag 'em, he thinking we cool, I'ma throw it all

I see my vic, drac' taking his shoulder off

Chasing him down, he gon' need some Albuterol

That **** died, and them **** thought he knew it all

Can't stop spinning till I see a shooter fall

When you was down bad on yo' dick, you like "Who to call?"

Say you be having, but can't even pass the ball

G23 got me shooting like basketball

Sticking shit up, me and Rell tryn' have it all

Fuckin' for hours, I popped me a adderall

**** be leeching, they not in my catalog

Get in that room, he gon' fold like a chair

.357 Glock, feel like it's rare

And wherever I see you, I'm leaving you there

Put the beam on the Glock and it's green like a pear

He was talking too tough, now his man in the air

We bout to roll up another one, pass 'em

Ain't have my iron back, then I'ma glass em

And this ain't no Save-A-Lot, I'm bout to bag 'em

Too many shots, let a fuck **** have 'em

Hit for them racks in the safe, I'ma stash 'em

Catch what's-his-name, I'ma tag 'em

(?) the driver, you know we ain't crashin'

I ain't them other ****, more advanced

Hop out wit that glick, tell him show me his hands

And when shit go bad, you gon' see who your man

And the feds tried biltz, hit the corner, I ran

We got drac's, they came from Iran

I'm cooking they ass, I don't need me no pan

How you gon' hop in that car and you don't got a plan?

How you saying you up and you don't got a band?

Damn

**** be broke, they be leeching

Quickdraw, it was no point for him reaching

And we switching them cars, just like Jeepers, we creeping

Uh

I know he a pussy, I see him, he bleeding

And we cooking the feds, you should see how we speeding

These **** be hot, they like teachers in meeting

And I'm taking your life if you give me a reason

And I'm taking your life , just give me a reason

Switch on the Glock and it's switching seasons

**** be-

Damn, c'mon