"How U Feelin" lyrics
(feat. Nardo Wick)
Glee
Glee, glee, glee
Uh
High-key, high-key, I don't know
I don't know if y'all like this drill shit or what, but, haha
Ha, aha
I'ma speak, I'ma speak this drill shit regardless
Ha, ha, mm
Said, "Lil' PLUTO, how you feelin'?" I'm feelin' great
And fuck them piece-of-ass lil' diss
We in the 'yo, she servin' steak
And I ain't fuckin' on no rap nigga
Send a beat, let's drop a tape
Don't hit my jack, bitch, if you broke
Call up the funds, merge in the pape'
They said, "Lil' PLUTO, how you livin'?" I'm livin' fast
Better watch how you gon' come, if ain't correct, I'm on your ass
It's a chopper on the floor, better watch your step or watch 'em blast
Gotta know he keep some fine shit, drill queen, that's why they mad, huh
"How you feelin'?" I'm feelin' good
Stayed down for them riches
I got the young crew up out the hood
I'm not alone, I'm with this fire
I wish a fuck nigga would
I wish a fuck nigga would play
Micro Drac' up in the whip
Waitin' for a fuck nigga to
"How you feelin'? How you feelin'?"
Lil' bitch, I'm good, bitch, I'm great
Turn up my pape' for times like this
I pray for no more rainy days
I feel like God on side of me
He calmed me down, He saved the day
He changed my ways, He made me realer
These diamonds ain't go to waste
They said, "Lil' PLUTO, how you livin'?" I'm livin' fast
Better watch how you gon' come, if ain't correct, I'm on your ass
It's a chopper on the floor, better watch your step or watch 'em blast
Gotta know he keep some fine shit, drill queen, that's why they mad, huh
How you feel? How you feel? How you feelin', bleed? (Huh?)
I got your back, yeah, right or wrong, we on the same team (Huh?)
That's how you feel? How you feel? Oh, how you feelin', brodie? (Yeah)
A 100K to get a guy, know I'm a fiend, that's how I feel
Uh, what?
Like what the fuck? That's how I feel
Can't do no petty rappin', I'm tryna touch a fuckin' mil'
Can't do no rap cappin', I'm tryna touch a fuckin' mil'
Huh, huh, I'm tryna
Said, "Lil' PLUTO, how you feelin'?" I'm feelin' great
And fuck them piece-of-ass lil' diss
We in the 'yo, she servin' steak
And I ain't fuckin' on no rap nigga
Send a beat, let's drop a tape
Don't hit my jack, bitch, if you broke
Call up the funds, merge in the pape'
That's how I'm feelin'
"Lil' Wicky Wick, how you feel?" I feel amazin', thanks for askin'
Still rich, still fuckin' hoes, still fresh as fuck, still pistol packin'
Still'll tweak and go retarded
Get to blazin' and get to blastin'
Probably one of these niggas with me, try to wrestle, I'm body baggin'
Lil' shit tuck fire under her dress, my bitch a gangster Cinderella
She say my name is Hammerman, she like the way I nail her
Asked her would she fall on me, she said, "Hell nah, never, never"
She got bitches salty like the yellow ho with the umbrella
Uh, these niggas in the way, uh, make niggas move around
What Waka Flocka say? Brraow, love that gun sound
Love that gun sound, love that, love that gun sound
And my bitch love that sound, yeah, she love that gun sound
I really was makin' them sounds, loadin' up, comin' through, spinnin' around
I still'll lay somethin' down, don't move, boy, get on the ground
Fuck niggas get nervous when niggas like me around
Glee, glee, glee
Uh
High-key, high-key, I don't know
I don't know if y'all like this drill shit or what, but, haha
Ha, aha
I'ma speak, I'ma speak this drill shit regardless
Ha, ha, mm
Said, "Lil' PLUTO, how you feelin'?" I'm feelin' great
And fuck them piece-of-ass lil' diss
We in the 'yo, she servin' steak
And I ain't fuckin' on no rap nigga
Send a beat, let's drop a tape
Don't hit my jack, bitch, if you broke
Call up the funds, merge in the pape'
They said, "Lil' PLUTO, how you livin'?" I'm livin' fast
Better watch how you gon' come, if ain't correct, I'm on your ass
It's a chopper on the floor, better watch your step or watch 'em blast
Gotta know he keep some fine shit, drill queen, that's why they mad, huh
"How you feelin'?" I'm feelin' good
Stayed down for them riches
I got the young crew up out the hood
I'm not alone, I'm with this fire
I wish a fuck nigga would
I wish a fuck nigga would play
Micro Drac' up in the whip
Waitin' for a fuck nigga to
"How you feelin'? How you feelin'?"
Lil' bitch, I'm good, bitch, I'm great
Turn up my pape' for times like this
I pray for no more rainy days
I feel like God on side of me
He calmed me down, He saved the day
He changed my ways, He made me realer
These diamonds ain't go to waste
They said, "Lil' PLUTO, how you livin'?" I'm livin' fast
Better watch how you gon' come, if ain't correct, I'm on your ass
It's a chopper on the floor, better watch your step or watch 'em blast
Gotta know he keep some fine shit, drill queen, that's why they mad, huh
How you feel? How you feel? How you feelin', bleed? (Huh?)
I got your back, yeah, right or wrong, we on the same team (Huh?)
That's how you feel? How you feel? Oh, how you feelin', brodie? (Yeah)
A 100K to get a guy, know I'm a fiend, that's how I feel
Uh, what?
Like what the fuck? That's how I feel
Can't do no petty rappin', I'm tryna touch a fuckin' mil'
Can't do no rap cappin', I'm tryna touch a fuckin' mil'
Huh, huh, I'm tryna
Said, "Lil' PLUTO, how you feelin'?" I'm feelin' great
And fuck them piece-of-ass lil' diss
We in the 'yo, she servin' steak
And I ain't fuckin' on no rap nigga
Send a beat, let's drop a tape
Don't hit my jack, bitch, if you broke
Call up the funds, merge in the pape'
That's how I'm feelin'
"Lil' Wicky Wick, how you feel?" I feel amazin', thanks for askin'
Still rich, still fuckin' hoes, still fresh as fuck, still pistol packin'
Still'll tweak and go retarded
Get to blazin' and get to blastin'
Probably one of these niggas with me, try to wrestle, I'm body baggin'
Lil' shit tuck fire under her dress, my bitch a gangster Cinderella
She say my name is Hammerman, she like the way I nail her
Asked her would she fall on me, she said, "Hell nah, never, never"
She got bitches salty like the yellow ho with the umbrella
Uh, these niggas in the way, uh, make niggas move around
What Waka Flocka say? Brraow, love that gun sound
Love that gun sound, love that, love that gun sound
And my bitch love that sound, yeah, she love that gun sound
I really was makin' them sounds, loadin' up, comin' through, spinnin' around
I still'll lay somethin' down, don't move, boy, get on the ground
Fuck niggas get nervous when niggas like me around
