(Fatt)

Yeah, like, How U Feeling?

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Yeah, Yeah, Aye

Like, How U Feelings?

Hit ya phone, out of nowhere, after months

Like, how you been?

You my ride or die, for you bae it’s homicide, bitch you my twin

I’m gon’ make time, hit my hoes on FaceTime, just so i can see ‘em

Bae let’s go to Fuji, smoke this weed, what i told you i been saying

Ride with murder’s, and robbers, we was young but still locked in

I know i can kill a ****, i ain’t never feared a man

I’m gon’ take a soul, before i let me momma see me dead

Posted with some demons, strapped for reasons, you wouldn’t understand

I can’t remember, what happened when I’m geeked up off meds

I get turnt up with my gun, and start swingin’ ‘round my dreads

Like the bottom off these Christian Louboutins, i leave you red

They laughed at me, I was no one then, but i learned to forgive

Cover up with designer clothes, cause I’m still insecure

I do anything, and everything, for you if you was love

You was spoiled, treated you too good, when you was for the hood

Hit ya phone, tryna argue, I miss when we got into it

The make up gon’ say “The Best”

Bro ‘em come lay shit to reset

That night, you broke my heart, i really felt that shit in my fuckin’ chest

Like can you feel it?, you the biggest fan i ever had, so i know you still listen to me

I ain’t been feelin’ like myself, without you here, why you so dissent?

Hit ya phone, I’m tappin’ in

I won’t call twice

Know, you probably somewhere, with ya man

But, it’s alright

I want you happy, even if that mean, you not with me my love, and i ain’t cappin’

I knew, you was the one for me, you been my bitch ‘fore i start rappin’

Like how things change, you fell out of love with me so quick, it’s like you changed lanes

Every hoe i meet my karma, they bring the same pain

I get high, and hit ya phone

And always ask the same thing

Check up on you, like How U Feelings?