How It Feel
Make a deal, make a deal, then get a shot to your head
Make him kneel, make him kneel, drop on him all of them weights
Defend your meal, defend your meal, 'cause everyone tryna steal plates
That's how it feel, how it feel to trust people then homies go dead
Homies go dead
My tongue is a trigger and they fled
Then they hit the bed
'Cause you bitches is sleep when I'm ahead
Look at his face
That pussy got cheffed by a fed
Stay in your place
'Cause stores running out of bread
Nothing for you fam, pull the trigger
Go on, taste that bullet, yeah I know it's bitter
And I know you'll swallow 'cause you ain't no spitter
Man fuck with me, nah you know I'm bigger bigger
Fuck a sub count, watch it go down
Watch it crumble, everything you know now
What a clown, keep running all that mouth
Fuck your "homies" all you know is foes now
Wait
Make a deal, make a deal, then get a shot to your head
Make him kneel, make him kneel, drop on him all of them weights
Defend your meal, defend your meal, 'cause everyone tryna steal plates
That's how it feel, how it feel to trust people then homies go dead
Watching the world like a satellite (Brr!)
Shooting motherfuckers just to pass the time (Brr!)
Blow up motherfuckers like it's dynamite (Brr!)
Spread the word around call me Venom like (Brr!)
Look at yo bitch? I be sounding like (Ugh!)
I'm with my gang we be sounding like (Hoo!)
Listen to when I get on the mic
Running up numbers too fast call me Sonic like
Woah, wait a minute
I been getting money 'cause I break the limit
I been doing better 'cause I table shifted
You a pussy snitchin 'cause you fucking limpid
You a bitch, taking pics, getting clicks, with a splatter
Pull the sticks, throwin kicks, with the 6, 'till you shatter
With the pockets getting fatter, I'm breaking the fucking pattern
Going fast, and I'm winning the race 'cause your shit doesn't matter
Make a deal, make a deal, then get a shot to your head
Make him kneel, make him kneel, drop on him all of them weights
Defend your meal, defend your meal, 'cause everyone tryna steal plates
That's how it feel, how it feel to trust people then homies go dead
Make him kneel, make him kneel, drop on him all of them weights
Defend your meal, defend your meal, 'cause everyone tryna steal plates
That's how it feel, how it feel to trust people then homies go dead
Homies go dead
My tongue is a trigger and they fled
Then they hit the bed
'Cause you bitches is sleep when I'm ahead
Look at his face
That pussy got cheffed by a fed
Stay in your place
'Cause stores running out of bread
Nothing for you fam, pull the trigger
Go on, taste that bullet, yeah I know it's bitter
And I know you'll swallow 'cause you ain't no spitter
Man fuck with me, nah you know I'm bigger bigger
Fuck a sub count, watch it go down
Watch it crumble, everything you know now
What a clown, keep running all that mouth
Fuck your "homies" all you know is foes now
Wait
Make a deal, make a deal, then get a shot to your head
Make him kneel, make him kneel, drop on him all of them weights
Defend your meal, defend your meal, 'cause everyone tryna steal plates
That's how it feel, how it feel to trust people then homies go dead
Watching the world like a satellite (Brr!)
Shooting motherfuckers just to pass the time (Brr!)
Blow up motherfuckers like it's dynamite (Brr!)
Spread the word around call me Venom like (Brr!)
Look at yo bitch? I be sounding like (Ugh!)
I'm with my gang we be sounding like (Hoo!)
Listen to when I get on the mic
Running up numbers too fast call me Sonic like
Woah, wait a minute
I been getting money 'cause I break the limit
I been doing better 'cause I table shifted
You a pussy snitchin 'cause you fucking limpid
You a bitch, taking pics, getting clicks, with a splatter
Pull the sticks, throwin kicks, with the 6, 'till you shatter
With the pockets getting fatter, I'm breaking the fucking pattern
Going fast, and I'm winning the race 'cause your shit doesn't matter
Make a deal, make a deal, then get a shot to your head
Make him kneel, make him kneel, drop on him all of them weights
Defend your meal, defend your meal, 'cause everyone tryna steal plates
That's how it feel, how it feel to trust people then homies go dead
Credits
Writer(s): Cristiano Costa
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