WHAT A FEELING (feat. Kewand & Mellow Don Picasso)

Smokin' on this gas it got my eyes real low

I be goin' hard until the night is gone

Puttin' in that work I can't relax

I know **** waitin' on the boy to crash

Gotta do my thing and get my cash coz I know they won't stop till they see me in a casket

Ain't gonn' rest until a **** vanish

Wanna see me disappear but this ain't magic

Bitch it's real life and it ain't that shit

And this time I might jus be realest that I have been

Flew my **** out the country wimme we hella busy

I've been gettin' money from some people that's tryna see me

Drop my last tape when I landed shit hit me different

Woke up to the ocean in the morning like, what a feelin'

Back to my ways

Watch your favourite artist hop right back on the wave

I ain't even start, bitch I still got a long way

So fuck what they say

Bitch I'm on top of my game

I'm not to be played with I ain't the guy

Fuck wimme my **** finna slide

And trust they ain't finna play this time

Smokin' on this gas it got my eyes real low

Cold shit 'round my neck, feel like an ice cream truck

I be goin hard until the night is gone

Do it from the top bitch I don't write these songs

I've been strong yeah

I been on my knees with all these shackles on my feet

Never folding bitch I'm standing on my feet

And all these stories that you hear about in these streets keep em discreet

Run your mouth and lose your teeth no direction with so much speed

Trust me we gon' take off

Me & the migos working till dawn

Getting into the cheese

The parmesan

Shit that I be on

I know some ****

Wanna see us gone

Want us to react

We don't respond, nah

Just know that nothing ever last forever

I can't waste no time I gotta go and snatch it now or never

Diamonds come from pressure

Blood, sweat and tears what I endured through my endeavours

Ain't nothing that I fear I done overcame the devil

And there is only one eye

Like fetty wap

Elevator eyes but all these stares will never stop

Done chasing a bitch

I'm running after the decimals

And yea she on my dick

She treat that shit like a pedestal

Fuck wimme (You must not know that)

I'm not to be played with I ain't the guy

Fuck wimme my **** finna slide

And trust they ain't finna play this time

Smokin' on this gas it got my eyes real low

Cold shit 'round my neck, feel like an ice cream truck

I be goin' hard until the night is gone

Do it from the top bitch I don't write these songs

I've been strong yeah