Feeling Mean

All these niggas green
I be pulling strings
I'm tryna get this munyun
Throw some to my team
I ain't make no money today, it got me feeling mean
I keep telling her no for real, it got me feeling mean
All my niggas on go for real, they don't care nothing bout no stop sign
All my diamonds gone hit for real, they bling like a hotline
My brother trap look just like Krispy Kreme with the hot sign
The day he try, the day he gonna die, you know Im not lying

Yeah Im feeling mean today
No money in my jeans today
Ima sip that hen dawg
I don't want the lean today
Yeah Im married to the money but I ain't wear my rings today
That chopper don't got vocals but I might just make it sing today
Won't catch me on no scene today
Ain't no face then ain't no case
Yeah I want that cheesecake
Bout that money Im on the way
I ain't gone put you on to none of my juggs, I know you're gonna hate
Yeah lil boy you tripping, I don't know what you thought you were gonna take
You ain't taking nothing
He be acting street for real but that nigga be bluffing
I don't mess with none of these niggas, they talk to the dozens
Yeah they talk to 12, the police
If I get caught, won't tell, you know me
I don't like to do too much, Im lowkey

All these niggas green
I be pulling strings
I'm tryna get this munyun
Throw some to my team
I ain't make no money today, it got me feeling mean
I keep telling her no for real, it got me feeling mean
All my niggas on go for real, they don't care nothing bout no stop sign
All my diamonds gone hit for real, they bling like a hotline
My brother trap look just like Krispy Kreme with the hot sign
The day he try, the day he gonna die, you know Im not lying

He tried to run off with the packs, we put his ass on Fox 5
You cuffing that hoe when she posting everyday we outside
We pulling up to icebox and we cashing out on more time
Slow motion better than no motion, you gotta stay on your grind
I keep my fye, I keep my blicky
Niggas talking, they ain't with it
Pulling up with sticks, no hitting
Served em out the window, hit it
Glocks with 50s and them titties
Knocked his hat off, skully, fitted
Dropped a 4, he came up missing
Fucked his hoe, he Scottie Pippen
All these niggas green
Gen 5, fuck a beam
I don't really care too much bout clout, fuck the scene
Young nigga, I still get you touched like I'm a OG
Get the packs from cali then I come and flood the B

All these niggas green
I be pulling strings
Im tryna get this munyun
Throw some to my team
I ain't make no money today, it got me feeling mean
I keep telling her no for real, it got me feeling mean
All my niggas on go for real, they don't care nothing bout no stop sign
All my diamonds gone hit for real, they bling like a hotline
My brother trap look just like Krispy Kreme with the hot sign
The day he try, the day he gonna die, you know Im not lying



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Writer(s): Lil 4oe
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