"Make Em Feel This" lyrics
(feat. TTA Yai)
[Screwly G:]
Go, Go
I ant tryna talk nigga
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
Imma make 'em feel this
Foenem pop out niggas cuts and walk 'em down and kill shit
Niggas dissin' in them songs but they ain't never did shit
I would talk about the score but they ain't never drill shit (Go, Go)
Niggas tried to come and slide, got that Impala flipped
Niggas tried to come through wit' a switch, bro rearranged the whip
Switchy on the glizzy when we slide but we jump out the whip
Yai gon' hawk 'em down and get 'em close, foenem don't do attempts
Gucci socks and Gucci kicks, I'm drillin' in expensive shit
Thirty shots inside this blick, we hit his block and swang them sticks
Wit' this Drac I'm accurate, we come through wit' all type of shit
5.56's go through bricks, them niggas ran, they fast as shit
Dirty chops and dirty sticks, ain't sellin' those, we bury it
Heard them niggas dissin' on lil Boog, that's why his brother hit
Get the drop on my lil favorite opp, I swear he gon' be pissed
We gon' put him up and send him up and now that nigga miss
Pop his top and leave 'em dead, ain't use his brain, we hit his head
Mention Tiy, get filled wit' led
Fuck the opps, that's what I said
Opps clickin' up, them niggas scared
Can't post that "Frrtt" that bitch too fed
He tried to run, bro hit his leg
He out his top, knock off his dreads
We gon' up the score and take like four, they gon' hate that
Catch a big opp and turn the city up, believe that
STK, we double back
Opps Poppin' Percs to feel relaxed
So many opps, so many straps
Don't fuck wit' opps, that get you clapped
Niggas hear that "Brrt" yeah that's that glitch, you know that came from us
Niggas tough as hell when they on live 'til we come fye shit up
Tryna catch a opp and knock 'em off, now tell 'em pick 'em up
Niggas never jumped inside that car so how you buckled up (Go, Go)
[TTA Yai:]
Nigga play wit' one of mine, then we gon' fuck 'em up
I can't get to him, gon' smack his dawg, go tell 'em suck it up
We get on yo ass, fuck who you call, bitch y'all can't fuck wit' us
Ion need this blick, we in the mall, bitch we gon' knuckle up
We just spint the block, jumped out on feet, we on first one we see
We gon' get that lo and cause a scene, we bet not see a V
He said fuck my dawg, we made 'em bleed, I told 'em we gon' see
Caught his ass on Noble, but we chased 'em down on Whitcomb street (We on his ass)
TTA, so many niggas know who really quick to blitz
FaceTime wit' his dick out, they had caught him, he was tryna piss (Stupid ass)
You ain't got no gun, then you can't ride, we on some other shit
Dissin' up online, but ain't outside, that got yo brother zipped
How the fuck you say you in this shit but you ain't got a gun
Screw say he just want go kill some shit, he say this shit be fun
Hit the cut we seen 'em comin' out and let off sixty-one
Shells for any nigga say it's that, they free, come get you some (You know it)
Go, Go
I ant tryna talk nigga
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
Imma make 'em feel this
Foenem pop out niggas cuts and walk 'em down and kill shit
Niggas dissin' in them songs but they ain't never did shit
I would talk about the score but they ain't never drill shit (Go, Go)
Niggas tried to come and slide, got that Impala flipped
Niggas tried to come through wit' a switch, bro rearranged the whip
Switchy on the glizzy when we slide but we jump out the whip
Yai gon' hawk 'em down and get 'em close, foenem don't do attempts
Gucci socks and Gucci kicks, I'm drillin' in expensive shit
Thirty shots inside this blick, we hit his block and swang them sticks
Wit' this Drac I'm accurate, we come through wit' all type of shit
5.56's go through bricks, them niggas ran, they fast as shit
Dirty chops and dirty sticks, ain't sellin' those, we bury it
Heard them niggas dissin' on lil Boog, that's why his brother hit
Get the drop on my lil favorite opp, I swear he gon' be pissed
We gon' put him up and send him up and now that nigga miss
Pop his top and leave 'em dead, ain't use his brain, we hit his head
Mention Tiy, get filled wit' led
Fuck the opps, that's what I said
Opps clickin' up, them niggas scared
Can't post that "Frrtt" that bitch too fed
He tried to run, bro hit his leg
He out his top, knock off his dreads
We gon' up the score and take like four, they gon' hate that
Catch a big opp and turn the city up, believe that
STK, we double back
Opps Poppin' Percs to feel relaxed
So many opps, so many straps
Don't fuck wit' opps, that get you clapped
Niggas hear that "Brrt" yeah that's that glitch, you know that came from us
Niggas tough as hell when they on live 'til we come fye shit up
Tryna catch a opp and knock 'em off, now tell 'em pick 'em up
Niggas never jumped inside that car so how you buckled up (Go, Go)
[TTA Yai:]
Nigga play wit' one of mine, then we gon' fuck 'em up
I can't get to him, gon' smack his dawg, go tell 'em suck it up
We get on yo ass, fuck who you call, bitch y'all can't fuck wit' us
Ion need this blick, we in the mall, bitch we gon' knuckle up
We just spint the block, jumped out on feet, we on first one we see
We gon' get that lo and cause a scene, we bet not see a V
He said fuck my dawg, we made 'em bleed, I told 'em we gon' see
Caught his ass on Noble, but we chased 'em down on Whitcomb street (We on his ass)
TTA, so many niggas know who really quick to blitz
FaceTime wit' his dick out, they had caught him, he was tryna piss (Stupid ass)
You ain't got no gun, then you can't ride, we on some other shit
Dissin' up online, but ain't outside, that got yo brother zipped
How the fuck you say you in this shit but you ain't got a gun
Screw say he just want go kill some shit, he say this shit be fun
Hit the cut we seen 'em comin' out and let off sixty-one
Shells for any nigga say it's that, they free, come get you some (You know it)
