"Catching Feelings" lyrics

Yeah, huh
Wonder if my Drac' catchin' feelings 'cause I'm layin' with it
Huh, bitch (It's with an X, nigga, Striker Gang, Striker Boys, all that shit, aw shit)
Niggas tryna stack they money up and I'm playin' in it
All I want is blues, feel like twenties have my hands itchin'
Walk in with a full-body K, it's in my pants leg
Said you finna step on who? You must want your mans missin'
Hit him with an Uzi, now he Melly, all his friends dead (They gone now)

Lil' bitch suck the whole thing, that lil' ho got head head (Head)
Gotta clear my PO box, it's filled with all fan mail
I just got a brand-new striker, nigga, I can't stand still (I can't)
I don't leave the crib, they on my ass more than my fans is (Yeah)
Hoes can't come just by theyself no more, bitch, where your friends is? (Uh-uh)
My cup just asked me, "Do you love me? For real, you just sayin' that" (You ain't)
My bitch be watchin' who I follow back, she don't be playin' that
Switchy on it, tap the trigger, gang, don't just be sprayin' that
He said, "It's a striker 'round," I said, "Let me see" (Come on)
Don't bring nobody around, he gang to you, but he ain't to me (Bitch)
Real hitters, bitch, we all pits, we ain't friendly (Yeah)
I seen more bitches open up they mouth than a dentist (Huh)
Really I been chillin', havin' my way, so how could I be mad? (I can't)
Think my neck broke, put on a chain and I cannot look back
I don't love no nat, I love racks (I make love)
Don't even catch a hat, catch him out and lace his ass, I feel like BMF
Guap be on my jeans, my pants so big, I can't even see my step (Shit)
In the county, pressin' debt potential so I can sleep in jail
Niggas tryna hit the hoes I hit like, lil' bro, be yourself
She don't even want tote bags no more, she said, "I need Chanel" (She be grown now)
Your bitch out here eatin' everybody, bro, you can't tame her, huh
Almost parked his whip and all he was tryna do was race me
Yeah, changed my feature price and they like, "Damn, why E so janky?" (Hah)
All my money blue, I think Ben Franklin need a blanket, nigga

Yeah (Bitch), huh
Wonder if my Drac' catchin' feelings 'cause I'm layin' with it (What the fuck I'm doin'?)
Huh, bitch, bitch
Niggas tryna stack they money up and I'm playin' in it (I'm trippin')
All I want is blues, feel like twenties have my hands itchin' (Hah)
Walk in with a full-body K, it's in my pants leg (Big dude)
Said you finna step on who? You must want your mans missin'
Hit him with an Uzi, now he Melly, all his friends dead (They gone now)

She keep lookin', I'ma press the issue (Come here)
You can ask my mama, I ain't touch no dishes, I was touchin' pistols
Walk inside the booth and talk my shit, ain't gotta touch a pencil
I went from tryna up another 'fit to tryna up a building
She gettin' outta hand, bae, just play your role (What you want?)
Her nigga mad as hell she tryna play my song
Pull the money out that's in my pocket, look like I did a show
This shit two hundred a line, I need a thousand if you spill my four
Nigga (Give me all that shit, nigga)

Yeah, huh
Wonder if my Drac' catchin' feelings 'cause I'm layin' with it (What the fuck am I doin'?)
Huh, bitch, bitch
Niggas tryna stack they money up and I'm playin' in it
All I want is blues, feel like twenties have my hands itchin' (Blues)
Walk in with a full-body K, it's in my pants leg
Said you finna step on who? You must want your mans missin'
Hit him with an Uzi, now he Melly, all his friends dead (They gone now)