KA$HDAMI - Feelin Me lyrics
Kashdami [David Wallace III] King George County, Virginia/Las Vegas, Nevada, U.S. 🇺🇸
[KA$HDAMI - Feelin Me lyrics]
Your shawty not feeling you, bro
She feeling me
Now I'm on the block with a red beam
If you got a fucking problem then kill me
I'm going up, nigga, like the ceiling
You going down, y'all keep getting killed
Put a hunnid on your head like Wilt
These niggas always tryna prove
That they real
My niggas booling but they told me to chill
This ain't school but start
Writing your will
Fuck did he say? I'm in the trap, nigga
No mouse i think that you sus
Saw my name in your mouth
All 'cause I nutted in your bitch mouth
I'm watching the opps like Big Mouth
Twelve on our ass, nigga, switch routes
Glock lay him down, nigga, like a couch
That's three in a row, niggas X'd out
Red dot on your block and I ran out of energy
Smoking on gas
Now I'm up where the ceiling be
Lil' boy my son, yeah, he really a kid to me
And I got a MAC, no Apple
But I don't need a saddle
Can't hop on my boat, need a paddle
We ran on his boy
Made that lil' boy skedaddle
We gon' kick down his door
Make him sing like Sombrero
Chrome Heart shirt with the stacked jeans on
Number (N) ine shirt with the VV on
Air Forces with the BB on
Hair tied up with the chrome ring on
In a Tesla, feeling like Elon
Cold in the stu', so I turned the heat on
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah)
Your shawty not feeling you, bro
She feeling me
Now I'm on the block with a red beam
If you got a fucking problem then kill me
I'm going up, nigga, like the ceiling
You going down, y'all keep getting killed
Put a hunnid on your head like Wilt
These niggas always tryna prove
That they real
My niggas booling but they told me to chill
This ain't school but start
Writing your will
This ain't school but start
Writing your will
This ain't school but start writing
Your shawty not feeling you, bro
She feeling me
Now I'm on the block with a red beam
If you got a fucking problem then kill me
I'm going up, nigga, like the ceiling
You going down, y'all keep getting killed
Put a hunnid on your head like Wilt
These niggas always tryna prove
That they real
My niggas booling but they told me to chill
This ain't school but start writing your wi
She feeling me
Now I'm on the block with a red beam
If you got a fucking problem then kill me
I'm going up, nigga, like the ceiling
You going down, y'all keep getting killed
Put a hunnid on your head like Wilt
These niggas always tryna prove
That they real
My niggas booling but they told me to chill
This ain't school but start
Writing your will
Fuck did he say? I'm in the trap, nigga
No mouse i think that you sus
Saw my name in your mouth
All 'cause I nutted in your bitch mouth
I'm watching the opps like Big Mouth
Twelve on our ass, nigga, switch routes
Glock lay him down, nigga, like a couch
That's three in a row, niggas X'd out
Red dot on your block and I ran out of energy
Smoking on gas
Now I'm up where the ceiling be
Lil' boy my son, yeah, he really a kid to me
And I got a MAC, no Apple
But I don't need a saddle
Can't hop on my boat, need a paddle
We ran on his boy
Made that lil' boy skedaddle
We gon' kick down his door
Make him sing like Sombrero
Chrome Heart shirt with the stacked jeans on
Number (N) ine shirt with the VV on
Air Forces with the BB on
Hair tied up with the chrome ring on
In a Tesla, feeling like Elon
Cold in the stu', so I turned the heat on
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah)
Your shawty not feeling you, bro
She feeling me
Now I'm on the block with a red beam
If you got a fucking problem then kill me
I'm going up, nigga, like the ceiling
You going down, y'all keep getting killed
Put a hunnid on your head like Wilt
These niggas always tryna prove
That they real
My niggas booling but they told me to chill
This ain't school but start
Writing your will
This ain't school but start
Writing your will
This ain't school but start writing
Your shawty not feeling you, bro
She feeling me
Now I'm on the block with a red beam
If you got a fucking problem then kill me
I'm going up, nigga, like the ceiling
You going down, y'all keep getting killed
Put a hunnid on your head like Wilt
These niggas always tryna prove
That they real
My niggas booling but they told me to chill
This ain't school but start writing your wi