How I Feel

Look at me now
Got rapper clout
My old bitch out the way
Got hoes for days
If we ain't talking Mms I'm underpaid
That's how I feel
Offers on the table max deals
Can't turn the stove off
Niggas got the heater on the low
Can't keep my calm cuz karma don't
Hookah, vape or weed aye entertain all kinda smoke
Bitch was sipping on the syrup taste like maple leaf
This life was made for me
I swear, yeah

I need a reason to count till a million and one
You gotta handle ya bizz
And handle ya bitch
That spill into one
Jump at the chance to fuck with us
I know she'll hop at a glance
She wanna link with a rapper cuz every night look like we blowing advances
I got home-field advantage
New foreign Lil bitch wanna teach me her language
Two tool box in the trunk
One for the grip yeah one for the hammer
We made it flood in Atlantis
Ask Porter he got it on camera
You know the regular antics
Fuck an old bitch she an antic
Can't turn my phone off
Niggas hit my line they need the dope
It's after nine she need to go
Think she fire I treat her cold
You and I, who need who more
Young boy lit he punching codes
Kash took off he switching coast
Hit the booth to speak my soul
Let em doze off
Yeah
Heard them sleeping on the kid
Put on weight to do it big
I'm in my lane I had it closed off
Baby take your clothes off
White bitch snort her nose off
Came through dripping, coast guard
She came with a friend need both of em

Look at me now
Got rapper clout
My old bitch out the way
Got hoes for days
If we ain't talking Mms I'm underpaid
That's how I feel
Offers on the table max deals
Can't turn the stove off



Credits
Writer(s): Tyrell Phillip
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