Feeling It Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kur]
Bro said he trap 'cause the streets bring in more than the rap do and I couldn't argue with that (Yeah, yeah)
I should've learned from mistakes, I kept on repeating 'em, I know I'm smarter than it (Real talk)
Hearing they tapes, man, most of these niggas beneath me, they gotta come harder than that (Yeah)
Crafty and strapped, yeah, we all into that
Wan text me, said he got chalk "Where you at?" (Yeah)
I got the Jordan 4s on and they black
Going through beef, we took shit to thе max
Spinning and spinning, we came with the pack
Niggas was grinning whеn I looked bad (Come on now)
I'm telling Drizzle, "Let's get to this bag"
I'm telling Vizzle, "Ayy, work on your craft"
I told this bitch I don't got it, she mad
Psych, here you go, she just smiled, this shit sad
Full of air holes in the car and get tagged
Anytime I had the ball, know I passed
Since I came out I been raw you can at
She think I'm gon' hit her raw 'cause she bad
Rapping like Weezy the Carter as fast
Rest in peace easy, my dawg, I'm so sad
Niggas is greasy, can't help it they crabs
She wanna go to the shake to get crabs

[Chorus]
Too many drinks, I'm feeling it
I took these pills, they pink, I'm feeling it
I'm 'bout to, uh, faint, I'm feeling, yeah
I'm 'bout to faint, I'm feeling it
I had to step up my weight, I'm feeling it
I had to get to some cake, I'm feeling it
I had to... you feel me?
Long as you feeling it, I had to go to the bank, I'm feeling it
I'm getting money like banks, you feeling it Rolling up motherf*cking gank you feeling it?
Gank, you feeling it?
[Verse 2: Doe Boy]
Y'all be hollering "Gang gang," but ain't none one of them with the shits (Gang)
Them same niggas that you praise, ain't none one of them niggas rich
Look in your eyes and see you a bitch, you ain't never let off no blick (Yeah)
p*ssy come round with a stick, I take his gun right off his hip (Oh really)
I just ride round the city, shooters trail me in a sprinter
We don't give a f*ck about your hitters (No, no, no)
p*ssy killed somebody before, that still don't mean he a killer (No, no, no)
Popped his groupie ass before, he still wanna be my nigga (Fool)
Designer on my body, she impressed by Heron Preston (Doe Beezy)
She think that I don't like her, I'm too geeked to care 'bout texting (Muah, muah)
I don't do no weddings, bitch, this chop gon' be my best man (Brrr, brrr)
You still ain't did shit to him, you know he killed your best friend, p*ssy (Oh really)

[Chorus: Kur & Doe Boy]
Too many drinks, I'm feeling it (p*ssy ass boy)
I took these pills, they pink, I'm feeling it
I'm 'bout to, uh, faint, I'm feeling, yeah
I'm 'bout to faint, I'm feeling it
I had to step up my weight, I'm feeling it
I had to get to some cake, I'm feeling it
I had to... you feel me?
Long as you feeling it, I had to go to the bank, I'm feeling it
I'm getting money like banks, you feeling it
Rolling up motherf*cking gank you feeling it?
Gank, you feeling it? (Young 79)

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