Young Dolph, Gucci Mane - That’s How I Feel lyrics
Gucci Mane [Radric Delantic Davis] Bessemer, Alabama, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Young Dolph, Gucci Mane - That’s How I Feel lyrics]
(Listen to this track, bitch) it's Dolph
It's Gucci it's Dolph
Yeah (Go)
One big house and it's full of bad bitches
I'm just sayin', can a young nigga live?
(Let a nigga live)
Two million worth of cars parked
In the front yard
But want another Rolls-Royce
That's how I feel (Ayy, ayy)
For a hundred shots
I heard you paid a hundred stacks (What?)
Hope you got your receipt
Go and get your hundred back (Hah)
For that new coupe, I paid four hundred flat
(Skrrt) smash your baby mama, woah, then
I sent her back, hey
Sittin' in the truck
(yeah) , smokin' on a blunt (yeah)
Then I realized I think
I hear somebody shootin' (Ayy, what's that?)
You think I'm goin' out like Pac and Biggie
You must be stupid (It's Dolph)
Them millions keep callin' my phone and
I'm headed straight to it (Brrt, hello?)
Shippin' money by the mail
I just came back with the bales
Now I'm dancin' in the trap
That's how I feel (Woo)
I'm in a coupe cost half a mil'
I just redid my Chevelle
Got two Maybachs in both ears
That's how I feel (Bling, burr)
I got two bitches at the 'tel
Hope that they don't kiss and tell
I'm way too much for just one bitch
That's how I feel (Woo)
You know that salt can kill a snail
But can't do nothin' to a player (No)
I'm way too trill, I'm hard to kill
That's how I feel (Huh)
Ballin', Gucci twin K's
I just made the front page
Please stay out my lane, man
'cause I got road rage (Skrrt)
Fresh up out the cage
I'm the jack of all trades
And you suckers can't kill me
I'ma die of old age (Well, damn)
Put your hands on Gucci
Then I'm jumpin' off stage
Chopper'll turn a nigga dreads
To a hightop fade
Call me Droptop Wop, I'm in a hard top Wraith
'Bout to roll the window down
And start throwin' out grenades
Nigga, this is how you feel when
You walk up out the jail
And walk up in that bank and
Tell 'em give you twenty mil' (yeah)
And this is how she feel when
You do her hair and nails and dick so good
She can't keep it to herself (It's Gucci)
Shippin' money by the mail
I just came back with the bales
Now I'm dancin' in the trap
That's how I feel (Woo)
I'm in a coupe cost half a mil'
I just redid my Chevelle
Got two Maybachs in both ears
That's how I feel (Bling, burr)
I got two bitches at the 'tel
Hope that they don't kiss and tell
I'm way too much for just one bitch
That's how I feel (Woo)
You know that salt can kill a snail
But can't do nothin' to a player (No)
I'm way too trill, I'm hard to kill
That's how I feel (Huh)
It's Gucci it's Dolph
Yeah (Go)
One big house and it's full of bad bitches
I'm just sayin', can a young nigga live?
(Let a nigga live)
Two million worth of cars parked
In the front yard
But want another Rolls-Royce
That's how I feel (Ayy, ayy)
For a hundred shots
I heard you paid a hundred stacks (What?)
Hope you got your receipt
Go and get your hundred back (Hah)
For that new coupe, I paid four hundred flat
(Skrrt) smash your baby mama, woah, then
I sent her back, hey
Sittin' in the truck
(yeah) , smokin' on a blunt (yeah)
Then I realized I think
I hear somebody shootin' (Ayy, what's that?)
You think I'm goin' out like Pac and Biggie
You must be stupid (It's Dolph)
Them millions keep callin' my phone and
I'm headed straight to it (Brrt, hello?)
Shippin' money by the mail
I just came back with the bales
Now I'm dancin' in the trap
That's how I feel (Woo)
I'm in a coupe cost half a mil'
I just redid my Chevelle
Got two Maybachs in both ears
That's how I feel (Bling, burr)
I got two bitches at the 'tel
Hope that they don't kiss and tell
I'm way too much for just one bitch
That's how I feel (Woo)
You know that salt can kill a snail
But can't do nothin' to a player (No)
I'm way too trill, I'm hard to kill
That's how I feel (Huh)
Ballin', Gucci twin K's
I just made the front page
Please stay out my lane, man
'cause I got road rage (Skrrt)
Fresh up out the cage
I'm the jack of all trades
And you suckers can't kill me
I'ma die of old age (Well, damn)
Put your hands on Gucci
Then I'm jumpin' off stage
Chopper'll turn a nigga dreads
To a hightop fade
Call me Droptop Wop, I'm in a hard top Wraith
'Bout to roll the window down
And start throwin' out grenades
Nigga, this is how you feel when
You walk up out the jail
And walk up in that bank and
Tell 'em give you twenty mil' (yeah)
And this is how she feel when
You do her hair and nails and dick so good
She can't keep it to herself (It's Gucci)
Shippin' money by the mail
I just came back with the bales
Now I'm dancin' in the trap
That's how I feel (Woo)
I'm in a coupe cost half a mil'
I just redid my Chevelle
Got two Maybachs in both ears
That's how I feel (Bling, burr)
I got two bitches at the 'tel
Hope that they don't kiss and tell
I'm way too much for just one bitch
That's how I feel (Woo)
You know that salt can kill a snail
But can't do nothin' to a player (No)
I'm way too trill, I'm hard to kill
That's how I feel (Huh)