HAD A FEELIN

I can't make this shit up kid, This life real, yeah yeah, ride with me
Maybe it's the look, shit maybe it's the smoke Maybe It's the way that I bark out a Dummy
Stroke The way I put it Down her throat called a Drumming
Post I want the bread but I'm not a roach

In a all bright suit, maken Bets I got a feelin or just a vybe, Ten Bands of the porches I'm Trying to slide tonight
The backseat of my coupe I Call it McLovin' If I'm Singing in the back with a Batty
We fuckin

I can't make this shit up, Can't make this shit up
She painted her face and Said paint this shit up
You maken bad, moves with Emotion I don't get happy With commas unless it's
A fuckin' high promotion I'm talking Ja Morent Grizzly shit

Backstep poison but the Chase down is some filthy Shit
I'm still in this bitch tryna Do millies while putting up A milli quick
Goddamn a nigga drenched, Uh I'm up but I'm tryna Make my own mark
You a G but you never fuck With grown sharks Life is Different when you're Doing shows

In Italy I told my nigga What's up man you can't get
Rid of me I dropped her Number cause her last text Was
Finicky My last post was Her best friend Kimberly
I had you in a three star, Her in a five star Do it back Shots willingly

The shit I do can't be taught Like buying stock profit on A yacht
I watch my relatives stir a Crock pot Selling chickens Even tater tots at the spot
Back on my bully, I can't fail Getting guap He said the Hustle was in him but can't Scale
A rock Everybody would do It if it was easy kid

One hand for the TD like I'm Stefan Diggs It's not Enough that I made it, I still Misbehave
Doing shows in Miami with An open case But I'm Building up my family Money tree
Three Louis bags full of Honey for my hungry seeds
You should know about me, I never did an EP But I still Made sales in SD

I still filled the seats too, I like it see through Savage Fendi like RiRi in a pink suit
My tree groot, I said I like to Smoke a fuck and she said Me too
Eight days of christophoria For a sneak view
Take that shit out the cigar, Put some gas in it

I told her dress don't look Good unless her ass in it
A nigga had a feeling, came From the bottom now past The ceiling
And I tried with villains, I Hate that I'm winning here My bro getting sentenced
That shit hurt, he blow urk Just to calm down

I'm from four corners and One salon down Shit, I Finally seen the beach, I'm So LeBron now
Dark skin nigga got the Sauce come and naw it Down I could barely hold a Dollar when I left Daygo
20 bands in the bank Because my shit fuego I Been hunting for this Moment, this shit real
And I got it and she want Me like I'm NyQuil

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Writer(s): Marterell Harrell
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