How Im Feelin

Know a couple wizards yea my niggaz really glitching
Bouta hit my wrist 40 want to see the dentist Tell a hoe shit ain't a bitch in my business Remember me and reek had counted up a 50 Next bag drop pull the cat out the lot
Have a toast for the opps sipping don on the rocks
He was posting with the chop I was spinning through his block
Ima send him where we headed nigga straight to the top

Rubbing money on my face make the pimples go away
Remember jail not a letter now these bitches wanna stay
They ain't never show no love now these bitches want to lay
We ain't put them niggaz on now these bitches wanna hate
Gun too dirty had to throw it in da lake
I done took a lot of risk you ain't never have to take
On da road taking trips bring the blick out of state
I don't let them search the car so i don't got to pull a chase
L's good so I'm straight put these diamonds in his face
Nigga let them run the plates I ain't tripping I could wait
Aint no smoking in this car so the dog won't bark
Used to roll the window down now we slide push to start
You don't know what I mean you ain't really from the trenches
How is you a shooter every game you on the benches
Dogs come and get you playing monkey in the middle
Took a bad bitch from broward now I'm fucking her in brickell
She know I ain't for nothing so she really want to rock with me
I told that hoe to suck it while we chilling on the balcony
Looking at the city with a bad bitch on top of me
Got to keep a Glock with me I know they dream of robbing me
Let my nuts hang ain't no pussy Nigga stopping me
I just lost a bag then I got one bigger
I just lost a friend then I found one realer
Thought he was a opp you leaving comments on his picture
Ima let them know it's up yeah it's smoke with them niggas



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Marrero
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