Why G, Burna Bandz - Fxck Your Feelings lyrics
[Why G, Burna Bandz - Fxck Your Feelings lyrics]
Fuck your feelings, my niggas winnin', uh
(yeah)
Sittin' in the trap 'til it's finished
You know, we live life with no limit
Ain't with the games, ain't with gimmick
Why you think all these
Glocks got extensions? (Extensions)
The know that we set on business
My neck and wrist cold like the fridges
We still used to burnin' bridges
On the grind, gotta see a million (yeah)
T-Dub got that button, gon' switch it
(Switch it) before you rap 'bout this life
You gotta live it (yeah)
Get money, break bread wit' my nigga
(Uh, huh)
Get money, break brеad wit' my hitter
(Uh, huh)
Can't hang with us Michael, he Jеter
Put two in his back, Derek Fisher
I ain't been on a drill in a minute, uh
I hit the switch
I touch a button like cartel (Grrt)
No karate, I got me a black belt (Black)
I be steppin' on niggas like eggshells (Egg)
All this water on me
Feel like Michael Phelps (Water)
Put the fire in his face, I bet it melt (Lah)
Drop a brick in a pot, it look like Adele
(Skrrt)
I'm tryna get a wozzle from mademoiselle
(Wozzle) these niggas broke as a joke
Call 'em Dave Chapelle
Your trap don't got clientele (He doesn't)
He got flipped in the stairwell (Flipped)
Got left, we told him, "Farewell" (Bye)
My name, it ring alarm bells (Ring)
That boy a snitch, tattle tale (Rat)
I got that nine like fox tail (Naruto)
I'm poppin' Perc's like Advils (Perkys)
30, it twist like pretzels
I'm big dawg, 'nother level (Big dawg)
This Glizzy bust blood vessels (It does)
Me and my gun arm wrestle (We fight)
I left his face on pebbles (On rocks)
Now he under flower petals (In the ground)
I wipe his nose so gentle (Wipe it)
Red beam it look like freckles (Beam jawn)
Big pointers on my bezel
Fuck your feelings, my niggas winnin', uh
(yeah)
Sittin' in the trap 'til it's finished
You know, we live life with no limit
Ain't with the games, ain't with gimmick
Why you think all these
Glocks got extensions? (Extensions)
The know that we set on business
My neck and wrist cold like the fridges
We still used to burnin' bridges
On the grind, gotta see a million (yeah)
T-Dub got that button, gon' switch it
(Switch it) before you rap 'bout this life
You gotta live it (yeah)
Get money, break bread wit' my nigga
(Uh, huh)
Get money, break bread wit' my hitter
(Uh, huh)
Can't hang with us Michael, he Jeter
Put two in his back, Derek Fisher
I ain't been on a drill in a minute, uh