Текст песни Feelings - BlueBucksClan, Bino Rideaux

Feelings

I’m tryna see you with your bands up
One hundred million by my lonely, I don’t do this for them cameras
Big blicky, I gotta keep it on me 'cause them niggas out here scandalous
If you move wrong, we gon' OD, I’m abusing if I panic
Just do it because you love me, shawty, you ain’t gotta understand
I popped a Perc' and make your ho a fan of me, yeah
I can’t try to hold everything, yeah
We baller blockin', put that Rolls in the street, yeah
Niggas poppin', but they hoes underneath that
I tried doin' shit by the code, it was weak, yeah
I got new and I got old, it ain’t me, yeah
Real nigga, ain’t no ho in me, yeah
Niggas still ain’t did it like they told me
I’m tryna see you with your bands up
One hundred million by my lonely, I don’t do this for them cameras
Big blicky, I gotta keep it on me 'cause them niggas out here scandalous
If you move wrong, we gon' OD, I’m abusing if I panic
Just do it because you love me, shawty, you ain’t gotta understand
Niggas really hoes, I can’t even lie (I can’t even lie)
Yeah, he mad I hit his bitch, but I ain’t even try (I ain’t even try)
I got tired of fittin' in, I went to Philipp Plein (Philipp Plein)
I keep killin' all these niggas, this shit genocide (This shit genocide)
Too many bitches in our section, you can’t get inside (Way too many)
I be pickin' on them niggas that you run behind
Mama said I was that nigga since I been alive (Since I been alive)
Tryna get a quarter-piece, I’m gettin' sick of dimes (Sick of dimes)
Moncler on my back, this shit so warm (Yeah, it’s warm)
Makin' plays on Obama phones like I’m Joe Horn (Like I’m Horn)
Draggin' bitches by they ankles like a snowboard (Like a snowboard)
It’s two hundred miles an hour on this dashboard (On this dashboard)
Put it in the Uber, send it to a shooter (Yeah, send it)
Tryna pop out with a bad bitch like that nigga Future (On my mama)
Walkin' in with nineteen bitches, I’m Amari Cooper (Amari Cooper)
Really hittin' shit from long range, yeah, they sharpshooters (They
sharpshooters)
He a bitch in real life, tough on them computers
Big-titty bitches at my house, I ain’t go to Hooters (Hell nah)
I’ma pick her up, if she don’t fuck, I’ma send an Uber
I’m tryna see you with your bands up
One hundred million by my lonely, I don’t do this for them cameras
Big blicky, I gotta keep it on me 'cause them niggas out here scandalous
If you move wrong, we gon' OD, I’m abusing if I panic
Just do it because you love me, shawty, you ain’t gotta understand