FLVME, Kewand , Mellow Don Picasso - WHAT A FEELING lyrics

Smokin' on this gas shit got my eyes real low
I be goin' hard until the night is gone
(yeah)

Puttin' in the work, I can’t relax
I know niggas waitin' on the boy to crash
Gotta do my thing and get
My cash 'cause I know
They won’t stop 'til they see me in a casket
Ain’t gon' rest until a nigga vanish
Wanna see me disappear but this ain’t magic
Bitch it's real life and it ain’t that shit
And this time I might jus' be
The realest that I have been
Flew my niggas out the country with me
We hella busy i been gettin' money from some
People that's tryna see me
Drop my last tape
When I land that shit hit me differеnt
Woke up to the ocean in thе
Morning like 'What a feeling" (Hey)
Back to my ways
Watch your favourite artist hop right
Back on to the wave
I ain’t even start, bitch
I still got a long way
So fuck what they say, bitch
I’m on top of my game

And I'm, not to be played with
I ain’t the guy
Fuck with me my nigga, it's finna slide
And trust me they ain’t finna play this time
Smokin' on this gas shit got my eyes real low
Cold shit 'round my neck
Feel like an ice cream truck
I be goin' hard until the night is gone
Do it from the top, bitch
I don’t write these songs
I’ve been strong yeah

I been on my knees
With all these shackles on my feet
Never foldin', bitch, I’m standin' on my feet
And all these stories that you
Hear about in the streets, keep 'em discreet
Run your mouth and lose your teeth
No direction with so much speed

Trust me we gon' take off
Me and the Migos workin' till dawn
Gettin' to the cheese, the parmesan
Shit that I be on (Woah)
I know some niggas wanna see us gone
(Want us to react, we don’t respond)
Just know that nothin' ever last forever
I can’t waste no time, I gotta go snatch it
Now or never diamonds come from pressure
Blood, sweat and tears what
Endured through my endeavours
Ain’t nothin' that I fear
I done overcame the devil

And there is only one "I" like Fetty Wap
Elevator eyes but all these
Stares will never stop done chasin' a bitch
I'm running after the decimals
And yeah she on my dick
She treat that shit like a pedestal
Fuck with me (You must not know that)

And I'm, not to be played with
I ain’t the guy
Fuck with me my nigga, it's finna slide
And trust me they ain’t finna play this time
Smokin' on this gas shit got my eyes real low
Cold shit 'round my neck
Feel like an ice cream truck
I be goin' hard until the night is gone
Do it from the top, bitch
I don’t write these songs
I’ve been strong yeah