Feeling Me Lyrics

I don't like talking to people, bro, cause like, you know, they'll stab you in your back

so easy, like, they don't even gotta do it for money, like, that shit just be so fake

and so lame

I'm screaming, fuck the fakes, cause ain't nobody really feeling me,

You dissing on my guys, we finna go up on a killing spree

You talking on my name like you want slide, you ain't killing me

You always been a bitch, yeah, ever since the elementary

We don't like to fight, no, we don't like to tussle

He was talking crazy, yeah, just cause he got a little muscle

Yeah, we slid up on a block and we gon' pop him like a bubble

Yeah, you betting on your guys, I like to gamble, let's go double uhhh

Yeah, we started off as friends, but you ain't really like me

Hope that when I'm locked up, you gon' grab the pen and write me

Talking on the net, we finna Hi-C yo white T

Now she wanna come around, she wanna be my wifey

I can't fuck with you if you was known to be a thot, bitch

I'ma have to sell you to the gang like you a drop ship

If that pussy trash, then you gon' go up on a block list

I promise I don't love her, I just want her cause she's topping

Yeah, she for the team, for the team, she be bopping

Like a photo, yeah, we finna rearrange and crop him

The Glock is gon' rearrange and crop him out the frame

Cross over than hesi, do him dirty like we dame

Yeah, I promise I ain't playing you, I'm just playing the game

Yeah, I know that you ain't feeling me cause my feelings done changed

Yeah, I told you that I'm balling, yeah, I'm back up on my game

I'ma ball out till I fall out, yeah, that just been the sayin

They been capping, they been talking on my name for a minute

I've been posting about three songs just so my album get finished

Yeah, when my album blow up, it's gon' blow me up with it

Uh, it's gon' blow me up with it

Yeah, I'm talking my shit cause I been back up on my grind

If they dissing on the gang, we gon' fuck around, bust iron

You been talking too much, I'ma fuck around, bust mine

He wasn't sliding to kill none, he was shooting with closed eyes

I'm screaming, fuck the fakes, cause ain't nobody really feeling me

You dissing on my guys, we finna go up on a killing spree

You talking on my name like you want Slide, come get rid of me

You always been a bitch, yeah, ever since the elementary

The pressure in my lungs make me feel a certain way

Yeah, you talking too much, put you in a certain place

When we going Slide, we ain't done, we call a certain plays

Yeah, they called him a hothead until that heat had hit his face

Yeah, that he had hit his face and he ain't even get back up

Yeah, he need to go call backup cause we had flipped his truck

He was paralyzed from the stick that Perc had left him stuck

He was geekin off them bitches, he was popping all them drugs

Yeah, my brother just got out and we gon' have a different thug

He was talking on them names, so we got his ass shot up

He was running away from us, but that shit had caught up