Glokk40Spaz - How I Feel lyrics
Glokk40Spaz [Alexander Gabriel Quezada] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Glokk40Spaz - How I Feel lyrics]
Hm hm, bitch, you know that I’m baby life
Hm, bitch, you know I don’t play nice
Fuck you and dip, you know I don’t stay night
Shit don’t feel real, it don’t feel right
I don’t feel okay, I’m not finna lie
Rubbin’ this Glock
Not supposed to fuckin’ try it
I miss Kyra, I caught my first tear in my eye
I ain’t fuckin’ this bit’, the ho not my type
Why you try to rob me
Bitch you got the wrong guy
We ‘den been did what we did
I ain’t gotta prove nothing I wouldn’t lie
I ‘den been in these fuckin’
Streets since a young nigga
I ain’t gotta try
I said you ain’t mine baby don’t even cry
I told Vellie
I bought that fire and they called that lying
My partner not ready
I told them I’m ready to shine
When y’all ready to shine
Put on that drip baby take your time
Suck my dick, baby don’t waste time
Imma be rеal
I don’t think I wanna get signed
Imma be so rеal
I don’t think I’ll ever get rid of this 9
Imma be so real
I don’t think I’ll ever get rid of this 9
We just gon’ smoke him like a drug deal
Showed him some bullets
Nigga planned on dyin’
Went to catch on the A before
The niggas took that time
Don’t asked who shoot my
Partner it ain’t mine
Know forever baby it ain’t GD
If you disrespect my fuckin’ brother
Put that on the mob, nigga up that
I send shots, try me, no one know how I live
Baby you high right now, please brother
Don’t give them no extra shit
I’m not from florida, but nigga
Don’t try me like I’m regular jit
All my Woah got that drill, you try me
We all in this shit
I’m a Woah, fuck yo’ stamp
Nigga try me, fuck yo’ camp
Play with the gang
We light ‘em up just like a lamp
You lie ‘bout you stamp
Then you gon’ get faded
I let the draco shine on ‘em
Said the pussy niggas got a fuckin’ tag
Huh, nigga talking on the fuckin’ net
We called the nigga fuckin’ lame
Huh, catch him and flip him
Nigga ain’t on nothin’
Hrll, nigga made bullseye, we on track
Hm, put this on the mob
Killed 5 niggas for a hundred grand
Hm, yea, he think he a vamp
Hm, yea, who the fuck got yo’ stamp
Hm, you ain’t gotta remember me
But just tell me why the fuck would I put my
Own fuckin’ career in jeopardy
And you tell me, you thuggin’ out for sure
But you can get a better me
I don’t know why
I guess I’m not feeling your energy
Hm hm, bitch, you know that I’m baby life
Hm, bitch, you know I don’t play nice
Fuck you and dip, you know I don’t stay night
Shit don’t feel real, it don’t feel right
I don’t feel okay, I’m not finna lie
Rubbin’ this Glock
Not supposed to fuckin’ try it
I miss Kyra, I caught my first tear in my eye
I ain’t fuckin’ this bit’, the ho not my type
Why you try to rob me
Bitch you got the wrong guy
We ‘den been did what we did
I ain’t gotta prove nothing I wouldn’t lie
I ‘den been in these fuckin’
Streets since a young nigga
I ain’t gotta try
Hm, yea
Both my best friends locked up for a murder
Hm, I just want to tell Ma that I’m sorry
‘cus I know this shit hurt her
And I get so high I’m paranoid
I hope police don’t even call this burner
And I rap about all my vibe
I hope my bitch do not look at my journal
And these 762 hit his face like a durma
Hm, wet his ass up like the beat
These niggas screaming long live the murderer
I told her if you hold me down
I promise I won’t hurt her
Hm, bitch, you know I don’t play nice
Fuck you and dip, you know I don’t stay night
Shit don’t feel real, it don’t feel right
I don’t feel okay, I’m not finna lie
Rubbin’ this Glock
Not supposed to fuckin’ try it
I miss Kyra, I caught my first tear in my eye
I ain’t fuckin’ this bit’, the ho not my type
Why you try to rob me
Bitch you got the wrong guy
We ‘den been did what we did
I ain’t gotta prove nothing I wouldn’t lie
I ‘den been in these fuckin’
Streets since a young nigga
I ain’t gotta try
I said you ain’t mine baby don’t even cry
I told Vellie
I bought that fire and they called that lying
My partner not ready
I told them I’m ready to shine
When y’all ready to shine
Put on that drip baby take your time
Suck my dick, baby don’t waste time
Imma be rеal
I don’t think I wanna get signed
Imma be so rеal
I don’t think I’ll ever get rid of this 9
Imma be so real
I don’t think I’ll ever get rid of this 9
We just gon’ smoke him like a drug deal
Showed him some bullets
Nigga planned on dyin’
Went to catch on the A before
The niggas took that time
Don’t asked who shoot my
Partner it ain’t mine
Know forever baby it ain’t GD
If you disrespect my fuckin’ brother
Put that on the mob, nigga up that
I send shots, try me, no one know how I live
Baby you high right now, please brother
Don’t give them no extra shit
I’m not from florida, but nigga
Don’t try me like I’m regular jit
All my Woah got that drill, you try me
We all in this shit
I’m a Woah, fuck yo’ stamp
Nigga try me, fuck yo’ camp
Play with the gang
We light ‘em up just like a lamp
You lie ‘bout you stamp
Then you gon’ get faded
I let the draco shine on ‘em
Said the pussy niggas got a fuckin’ tag
Huh, nigga talking on the fuckin’ net
We called the nigga fuckin’ lame
Huh, catch him and flip him
Nigga ain’t on nothin’
Hrll, nigga made bullseye, we on track
Hm, put this on the mob
Killed 5 niggas for a hundred grand
Hm, yea, he think he a vamp
Hm, yea, who the fuck got yo’ stamp
Hm, you ain’t gotta remember me
But just tell me why the fuck would I put my
Own fuckin’ career in jeopardy
And you tell me, you thuggin’ out for sure
But you can get a better me
I don’t know why
I guess I’m not feeling your energy
Hm hm, bitch, you know that I’m baby life
Hm, bitch, you know I don’t play nice
Fuck you and dip, you know I don’t stay night
Shit don’t feel real, it don’t feel right
I don’t feel okay, I’m not finna lie
Rubbin’ this Glock
Not supposed to fuckin’ try it
I miss Kyra, I caught my first tear in my eye
I ain’t fuckin’ this bit’, the ho not my type
Why you try to rob me
Bitch you got the wrong guy
We ‘den been did what we did
I ain’t gotta prove nothing I wouldn’t lie
I ‘den been in these fuckin’
Streets since a young nigga
I ain’t gotta try
Hm, yea
Both my best friends locked up for a murder
Hm, I just want to tell Ma that I’m sorry
‘cus I know this shit hurt her
And I get so high I’m paranoid
I hope police don’t even call this burner
And I rap about all my vibe
I hope my bitch do not look at my journal
And these 762 hit his face like a durma
Hm, wet his ass up like the beat
These niggas screaming long live the murderer
I told her if you hold me down
I promise I won’t hurt her