"Feelings" lyrics

[BlueBucksClan DJ:]
Racing V12s, yeah, watch me (Yeah, watch me)
Lil' niggas see it, yeah, they tryna copy (Nigga)
Bad bitches on me, yeah, they tryna top me (Tryna top me)
It's just us and ten bitches, finna go to Pappies (It's just ten bitches)
I just caught a giant bag of blues, feel like Jeremy Shockey (Big bag)
Stuff a lot of strong in my 'Wood, yeah, it's very stocky (Very stocky)
My bitch Hollywood, but we at Steven's eatin' teriyaki (We don't normally)
Fuck around in Fendi, yesterday, I did Versace (Did Versace)
Big double-R truck, yesterday, I did a Masi' (Was in a Masi')
Takin' niggas' bitches, drivin' fast like I'm Ricky Bobby (Ricky Bobby)
Turn a rock to Six Flags, we got dumb rides (Dumb rides)
Bitches tryna hang on like she rock climb (Rock climb)
Balenciagas big than a bitch, but they my size (Big as fuck)
Went to Roscoe's for waffles and a sunrise (Waffles and a sunrise)
Every time you see us out, that's them one guys (Ayy, that's them)
Yeah, we them niggas, yeah, I promise (I promise)
Took some coins, I'm Sonic (I'm Sonic), BucksClan, I'm Giannas (I'm Giannas)
Flexin' every time I catch a play, feel like Mike Thomas (Mike Thomas)

[Bino Rideaux:]
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

[Jeeezy:]
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

[Bino Rideaux:]
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