(Tell me about your feelings) Ayy, ayy
(Tell-), Ayy
Ayy, ayy
I’on need nobody, I would rather make (Tell me about your feelings)
Mm-hm, you know that priority
I just gotta keep tellin’ me, we all do drugs, we forgettin’ shit
Ayy, ayy [?]
I’on need nobody, I would rather make nothin’ outta nothin’
I been rich for my third straight summer
Make a Wraith burn rubber, goin’ speeds we ain’t even know it coulda
I write raps, write a nigga name on a bullet
Weak nigga let a bitch, made him go against his brothers
Spent thirty-three hundred on a plain black hoodie
I’m sick of this, uh, huh, ayy
It’s the shit that come with the shit
Got in trouble for that ho, I had fun with that bitch
I be tryin’, you not the family, you bet it’s blood in this shit
Have your slime, have your snake, down your cousin and shit
Choose blood over water, don’t pour lean in the mix
[Rylo Rodriguez:]
Hold on, I don’t play no games, you can cut it, stop me
If I would [?], twist it, pull it, bop it
In three days, I done poured like nine treys, fuck the cash
At the end of it, my grind, this shit’ll piss on niggas status
They like, “Twin over servin’ them for me,” got the crew ready
These niggas catchin’ DB’s like Kool-Aid
How much for the paint? If you won’t tell what you paid
I’m just tryna beat around the bush, this ain’t charade
And you never got a ho a purse that I ain’t hit
[?] high grade
O side, cover the cracks, he look like it ain’t fit
Free the bros, I’ma die rich, how I ain’t shit?
She want me to buy her a AP, but not on my watch (Tell me about your feelings)
She a Van Cleef junkie (Tell-)
[?] bitch come play with me twice, we was in low tier
[42 Dugg:]
I’ll love you when I love you, you ain’t willin’ to die
Put my dreams to the side and I’m livin’ ’em now
[?], killin’ ’em now
Ask the nigga from the bottom if he remember the top, [?]
Mama told me not to trust a bitch
Got us, the one who they ain’t fuckin’ with
Feel bad, gettin’ too much with the sucker shit
Alright, ride
Windows down, pistol out, pint on me
Just blew like fifty thou’, that was light, homie
Come sneak the pistol now, I got a knife on me
Stab me in my back, do it
Bankroll on me, all blues
Been tryna keep it kosher like I’m Jewish
I’on fuck with niggas or they music
Go tell them bitches that we got into it
And you ain’t bein’ stupid
[Outro:]
(Tell me about your feelings)
(Tell-)
(Tell me about your feelings)
(Tell-)