Feel This (with GMK)

(Tylian made the beat)
Ayy
Ayy, blaow, baow, baow, baow, ayy
Double R, GMK
Yeah
Nigga gon' feel this
Ayy, blaow, baow, baow, baow, ayy
Yeah
Ayy, ayy, Double R
Ayy, ATK, believe that

I just turned on the kill switch
Hop on the block, tryna dirty this cutter
Tryna make a nigga feel this
Got murder on my mind, kill him and his brother
I'll make a nigga feel this
Ain't no amount of racks get dropped on my head
Gon' ever make a fuck nigga kill this
I'ma call my ace, they gon' get they bread,
They gon' bring they bananas to the block, come peel shit

How many opps got popped in the field?
'Fore I had a mop, seen a top get spilled
Nigga spin on my block, he done popped him a pill
Fuck nigga think he safe, he done signed him a deal

It's 2 AM, outside a nigga spot, you know I'm finna stand on business
He died, he died, she died, he died, shh
The whole city know imma menace
Shots fired coming out a Drac', tryna eat a nigga face,
Everybody 'round me got a body
Don't ask me why a nigga ain't dead
When I spot me a nigga, you gon' know I got 'him
He all on the net when he know I shot him
I don't care 'bout myself, bitch, you know I'm a problem
In a stolo, two niggas, one Glock, and two choppers
I ain't squashing no beef, I'm on your ass, you can't stop us

Catch a nigga down bad, I'ma leave him twisted
Ima' leave him geeked up like he on molly
Me and bro shootin' at the same time, glah, glah, glah, glah, glah,
Tme which one hotter
Nigga feel scared, better buy him a chopper
Wanna be mislead, I'ma buy him a bible
I did a drill with my dog, I knew he was a sniper
Make him Chris Kyle all of my rivals
I got them racks, but I don't play tennis
Can't fit in my pocket, my pants too skinny
Nigga told a bitch I was an opp 'fore we ever got to link, god damn
I ain't even get to hit her
Nigga be down when a nigga be locked up
Nigga so far, can't even much feel it
Nigga be crying, man, a nigga better slide
'Cause way more money get dropped, more killing

How I'ma be scared of a nigga
When a nigga like me up on multiple bodies?
Tired of these internet niggas actin' tough on the 'Gram
In real life, they ain't shot nobody
Hellcat, vroom, it's a big body
I don't like to brag, nigga know I got it
If I want him dead, I send a deposit
Way out of reach when they bury the body

I just turned on the kill switch
Hop on the block, tryna dirty this cutter
Tryna make a nigga feel this
Got murder on my mind, kill him and his brother
I'll make a nigga feel this
Ain't no amount of racks get dropped on my head
Gon' ever make a fuck nigga kill this
I'ma call my ace, they gon' get they bread
They gon' bring they bananas to the block, come peel shit

Yeah, I'ma, I'ma make them feel this
Uh, uh, I'ma make them feel this
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Keyanta Bullard, Browne Christian Deshawn, Tylian Jamel Francois
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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