How 2 Feel
I don't know how to feel right now
I don't know how to feel right now
I don't know how to feel right now
Perked up in the party, fucked up
Oh my
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Money be stuck in my cleats
Shorty I know you been fiendin
Blue strips; my wallet obese
You know I don't fuck with police
I don't know how to feel right now
I don't know how to feel right now
Treesh with a jatty gon' top me now
Perked in the club I ain't passing out
Run up a bag
Run up a bag
Run up a bag, yeah
Run up a bag
Run up a bag
Run up a bag, yeah
Run up a bag
Run up a bag
Fuck what you saying now
I'll never lag
I'll never lag
Fuck a "Jet-lag"
Big bag
Big brag
Got designer straight from France
She pull up and got no pants
Toss her around like dolly
Pearl necklace all on her body
You know I never got rocky
Deep in her throat I go Broly
And if you ain't in my circle don't try me
I know killers with bodies
Down to cut, shoot, homis'
Sorry not sorry
Blame on my city; We litty, can't stop it, so fuck it
We outside vibin'
Villainous shit here in Gotham
And I need a goth bitch
Down to remain on her leash
Call me daddy and suck me like big leech
I feel like Big Meech
Roza in the function
With a potion
You know I go Stupid
I don't know how to feel right now
I don't know how to feel right now
Perked up in the party, fucked up
Oh my
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Money be stuck in my cleats
Shorty I know you been fiendin
Blue strips; my wallet obese
You know I don't fuck with police
I don't know how to feel right now
I don't know how to feel right now
Treesh with a jatty gon' top me now
Perked in the club I ain't passing out
Run up a bag
Run up a bag
Run up a bag, yeah
Run up a bag
Run up a bag
Run up a bag, yeah
Run up a bag
Run up a bag
Fuck what you saying now
I'll never lag
I'll never lag
Fuck a "Jet-lag"
Big bag
Big brag
Got designer straight from France
She pull up and got no pants
Toss her around like dolly
Pearl necklace all on her body
You know I never got rocky
Deep in her throat I go Broly
And if you ain't in my circle don't try me
I know killers with bodies
Down to cut, shoot, homis'
Sorry not sorry
Blame on my city; We litty, can't stop it, so fuck it
We outside vibin'
Villainous shit here in Gotham
And I need a goth bitch
Down to remain on her leash
Call me daddy and suck me like big leech
I feel like Big Meech
Roza in the function
With a potion
You know I go Stupid
Credits
Writer(s): Roger Giron Linares
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