F**k How You Feel (feat. BigBabyGucci)

Give a fuck how you feel
All of my niggas be reckless, they pop out and pop you for real
This ain't no drill, I keep that fire beside me
I drop you and roll through your crib
Keep four-five like I'm Jordan with Wizards
Don't need to know what I pour in my cup, bitch I'm sippin'
Twenty-five but I'm holdin' some fifties
Trade it for hundreds, just so I round out the digits

I don't even like to be sayin' too much
Type to sit back in that room and just listen
Money be callin', make sure I don't miss it
Mixin' up somethin', I don't know but I'm twistin'
And I don't even like to lock lips with these bitches
Unless they on they knees, then I tell them to kiss it
Look in my eyes and they know I'm the ticket
I tell them to ride and don't stop till I'm finished

You know that I'm high, I'm pushin' my limits
On cloud nine, I'm flyin' with pigeons
Load up the ride, drive by like it's Wendy's
Big four-five like Jordan with Wizards
Package delivered, out in L.A. smokin' gas
I'm startin' to feel like a Clipper
Was pick of the litter, all of my niggas some dogs
The dog on my hip call him Clifford

Give a fuck how you feel
All of my niggas be reckless, they pop out and pop you for real
This ain't no drill, I keep that fire beside me
I drop you and roll through your crib
Keep four-five like I'm Jordan with Wizards
Don't need to know what I pour in my cup, bitch I'm sippin'
Twenty-five but I'm holdin' some fifties
Trade it for hundreds, just so I round out the digits
Give a fuck how you feel

Fuck these bitches, I'm drownin' down inside my riches
I'ma call the baby like a lil' kitten
I ain't wanna fuck her, but you know I did it
Twenty-seven, lucky like the number seven
Trippin' with the diggers, seven to the reverend
Make more than my teachers think they need a lesson

Take one sip of the Wok and I go in like damn
Put a switch on my Glock boy you better get down
I step on that Wok, I guess that's what I'm sayin'
Damn, you a find your potential fuckin with me
And I'm that Curry with that shoot from the three
And I spend at' like ten to chop out a seat

Ha, ayy, and I told her fire, suckin' on my meat now
Yeah, and I treat her thighs and legs living like treats now
You ain't good for nothin', so you leech, now
Nigga, ain't no run, we cut up yo feet now

Give a fuck how you feel
All of my niggas be reckless, they pop out and pop you for real
This ain't no drill, I keep that fire beside me
I drop you and roll through your crib
Keep four-five like I'm Jordan with Wizards
Don't need to know what I pour in my cup, bitch I'm sippin'
Twenty-five but I'm holdin' some fifties
Trade it for hundreds, just so I round out the digits

Give a fuck how you feel
All of my niggas be reckless, they pop out and pop you for real
This ain't no drill, I keep that fire beside me
I drop you and roll through your crib
Keep four-five like I'm Jordan with Wizards
Don't need to know what I pour in my cup, bitch I'm sippin'
Twenty-five but I'm holdin' some fifties
Trade it for hundreds, just so I round out the digits