Sgpwes, Slump6s - ​​​​feelings lyrics

Hitechstef racks, nah
Yuki Production yeah, yeah, yeah
Greed, wake up yeah, yeah

I'm sippin' on drank, I'm sippin' on syrup
(yeah)
Hop on that beat, and I'm finna kill it
(Kill it)
Hop on that beat, and I'm finna drill it
(Drill it)
We got an opp, and we finna spill it (yeah)
He leavin' a pint, knowin' I'ma steal it
He cryin' to me, I don't got no feelings
(yeah)
I'm wearin' all black, I look like a villain
My money tall, it's touchin' the ceilin'
(Phew) i got the racks, it look appealin'
I got the nine, gotta come see me
I'm still doin' Xans, bitch, I ain't healin'
Designer'ed down from head to toe (yeah)
I'm smokin' Za' on the boat
Lil' bitch, she a not, she a jokе
Pop these pills, feel I'm finna float

Pop them pills I ain't еven know, yeah
Don't even know why I do it, yeah
I just be gettin' too booted, okay (yeah)
All of my bitches too rude (yeah)
I call up my shooter, he know what to do
Choppa go "Blatt", to a nigga cranium
I'm finna up the fire
Then fuckin' aim at him (yeah)
They steal the swag, yeah
That nigga savin' him
Ass turn from six to a hunnid
Runnin' up nothin'
Shooters, they walk to the
Spot when I'm gunnin'
Hit a jugg, then I'm runnin'
Pass me the blunt (yeah)
He finna fuck up the function
I made a bag just by rappin' 'bout dumb shit
I'm in the cut like, pull up and dump shit
Proud of that ho, yeah, I got that dumb bitch
Then she tried eatin' me up, like a crumb
Bitch (Ha, yeah, ha)

Yeah, racks on me, too easy (Damn)
I spent a band on a new Moncleezy
They ain't tricklin', get too dizzy
I just poured the Wock' in the cup, too fizzy
Nigga, I'm in this bit'
Finna release two-fifty
I'ma take a trip, and your ho gettin' with me
(Ah, slatt)

Fit on me, yeah, I been runnin' it up
These niggas ass, I'ma keep it a buck (yeah)
I got a big ass AR in the truck (yeah)
She wanna love me, I don't give a fuck
She came to my crib, and she wanna get fucked
(Fucked) you talkin' that shit
Swear you testin' your luck (Phew)
I feel like a squirrel
'cause I just wanna nut
Leavin' Slump and had to tell her
"What's up?"
Leavin' Slump, I had to give her a band
I got a lil' bitch
She slow down with my hand
She follow my music, I'm fuckin' a fan
I hop in a jet, then I hop in a Lamb'
I up the stick, and he mo'fuckin' ran
I made so much music, I'm winnin' a (Wow)
That bitch a ho, she be runnin' around
Free all my niggas who stuck in the pound
They wanna know me, I ain't goin' down
Fuck with my stage, she fuck with my sound
I been on Tris, I'm foolin' around
If he try to hop on the wave, he gon' drown
You ballin' and shit
But you was out-of-bounds
He was just toppin', but I'm fuckin' her now
762 leave that boy in the ground (yeah)
Niggas are bitin', they're stealin' the sound

And the niggas that's with you
Just bringin' you down
SRT, nigga, this shit goin' "Rawr"
Talkin' down, nigga, the gang gonna prowl
I don't fuck with that bitch, tell that ho
"Move around" black and white diamonds
This shit like a cow
And this shit on my neck
Cost me four hunnid thou'
Out the picture, had to cut that shit out
I don't fuck with her
Had to cut that shit out
Your bitch don't know shit
Had to run it back
Tried spinnin' the eight, runnin' it back
(yeah) i'm tryna find where the hunnids at
Bitch, I only go where the money is at
I'm on the tallest bitch shit, bitch
You livin' in a shack (Brr)
I'm finna ball on these niggas
Nigga on you if you talkin' shit (Big body)

Yeah, ha tried to up, you can't
Nigga, pay your rent
I'ma put him in the dirt and go out that shit
Feel like Che, nigga, give me that shit
Finna go to war, nigga, give me that shit
(Wish he would, give me that shit)