Out Your Feelings
Do the Cash one qk
Trap Swaggy NTB bitch!
Bitch get in your bag and out your feelings (Get out your feelings)
Whole lotta money on my line like who you telling
I could fuck a new bitch every day but I be chilling
Stack it for my children
Package it and sell it
I watched them switch up on me and play me like a fool
Had to get rid of that Glock cuz I'm too angry with the tool
Quick to chalk 'em out and leave a nigga on the news
I give her the blues
They be leaving clues
Why these niggas broke as hell? Cuz they don't own nothing
I ain't had this shit for like ten minutes just made a whole hundred
Bitch I keep a pocket full of twenties look like old money
You pull out that sack them niggas asking can they hold something
Grew up in the trap raised up by some drug dealers
Now I'm into rap so I keep some slugs wit me
Nigga think I'm cap imma leave some slugs in him
Put him on the map man I thought he was a thug nigga!
Brookshire Texas baby bitch I'm really from the third
Disrespect it bet I lay yo shit all on the curb
Real trapper I can turn a little to a lot
Never sold crack but I know how to straight drop (Tell her)
Bitch get in your bag and out your feelings (Get out your feelings)
Whole lotta money on my line like who you telling
I could fuck a new bitch every day but I be chilling
Stack it for my children
Package it and sell it
I watched them switch up on me and play me like a fool
Had to get rid of that Glock cuz I'm too angry with the tool
Quick to chalk 'em out and leave a nigga on the news
I give her the blues
They be leaving clues
Trappin' out my mama spot she know I'm moving out
Ain't no way that I can hide this shit keep running in and out
I'm forever twenty one cuz I be fucking up a lot
Mama know we got them turkey bags been known to move that za
Hustle on my block
This shit never stop
Don't know why they play with us they know we up the Glock
I'm just tryna stack up on my digits
And I could give a damn if I was out here chasing chickens
Long as I get paid just for my children
Swear them niggas play with us then it's gone be a killing
Fuck a bad bitch we want freak hoes
Tell her bend yo knees baby like a free throw (Tell her)
Bitch get in your bag and out your feelings (Get out your feelings)
Whole lotta money on my line like who you telling (Yeah)
Trap Swaggy NTB bitch!
Bitch get in your bag and out your feelings (Get out your feelings)
Whole lotta money on my line like who you telling
I could fuck a new bitch every day but I be chilling
Stack it for my children
Package it and sell it
I watched them switch up on me and play me like a fool
Had to get rid of that Glock cuz I'm too angry with the tool
Quick to chalk 'em out and leave a nigga on the news
I give her the blues
They be leaving clues
Why these niggas broke as hell? Cuz they don't own nothing
I ain't had this shit for like ten minutes just made a whole hundred
Bitch I keep a pocket full of twenties look like old money
You pull out that sack them niggas asking can they hold something
Grew up in the trap raised up by some drug dealers
Now I'm into rap so I keep some slugs wit me
Nigga think I'm cap imma leave some slugs in him
Put him on the map man I thought he was a thug nigga!
Brookshire Texas baby bitch I'm really from the third
Disrespect it bet I lay yo shit all on the curb
Real trapper I can turn a little to a lot
Never sold crack but I know how to straight drop (Tell her)
Bitch get in your bag and out your feelings (Get out your feelings)
Whole lotta money on my line like who you telling
I could fuck a new bitch every day but I be chilling
Stack it for my children
Package it and sell it
I watched them switch up on me and play me like a fool
Had to get rid of that Glock cuz I'm too angry with the tool
Quick to chalk 'em out and leave a nigga on the news
I give her the blues
They be leaving clues
Trappin' out my mama spot she know I'm moving out
Ain't no way that I can hide this shit keep running in and out
I'm forever twenty one cuz I be fucking up a lot
Mama know we got them turkey bags been known to move that za
Hustle on my block
This shit never stop
Don't know why they play with us they know we up the Glock
I'm just tryna stack up on my digits
And I could give a damn if I was out here chasing chickens
Long as I get paid just for my children
Swear them niggas play with us then it's gone be a killing
Fuck a bad bitch we want freak hoes
Tell her bend yo knees baby like a free throw (Tell her)
Bitch get in your bag and out your feelings (Get out your feelings)
Whole lotta money on my line like who you telling (Yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Trapent Swaggy & Noah Taylor Beats
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