How YOU Feeling!

They told me to stop but I told them haters (shut up)
Ney, Why they call you scissors
(Cus the way I'm known to cut up)
They said to come outside what you said
(Tell em what up)
Oh okay okay fasho

Shut up
They call me some scissors cus the way I'm known to cut up
They been talkin reckless, but I'm bout it, tell em what up
I'm been feeling crazy like a squirrel, I'm bouta nut up
Boy go see a therapist, you need to put that gun up
Like a track meet tell them demons they can run up
I been moving north to the valleys like I from up
I'ma scream he saved me, cus he did untill the sun up
Tryna step to me, my angels, they will have you done up

And eff being calm, cool, and collected
I been known to chop a hater head off like its breakfast
But I'm repping God, I had to put it on a necklace
Had to change the flow, I switch the flow up like some chef mix

I'm the coolest
My life sponsored by Nike
cus the way that I just do this
You never seen a youngin
praise the lord inside the music
Cold on the beat
Yeah! you know I keep it coolin
I been catching W's
the opposite of losing

And they want me to fail so bad
Haters really fans just mad
If I take a L ima bounce back fast
I been counting green like I'm watching grass

Shut up
They call me some scissors cus the way I'm known to cut up
They been talkin reckless, but I'm bout it, tell em what up
I'm been feeling crazy like a squirrel, I'm bouta nut up
Boy go see a therapist, you need to put that gun up
Like a track meet tell them demons they can run up
I been moving north to the valleys like I from up
I'ma scream he saved me, cus he did untill the sun up
Tryna step to me, my angels, they will have you done up

Shut up
They call me some scissors cus the way I'm known to cut up
They been talkin reckless, but I'm bout it, tell em what up
I'm been feeling crazy like a squirrel, I'm bouta nut up
Boy go see a therapist, you need to put that gun up
Like a track meet tell them demons they can run up
I been moving north to the valleys like I from up
I'ma scream he saved me, cus he did untill the sun up
Tryna step to me, my angels, they will have you done up



Credits
Writer(s): Quiney Hartwell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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