3 SMRS STR8

Tell me about your feelings, tell

Aye, aye

Aye

Aye, aye

I'on need nobody, I would rather make–, hm-hm

Tell me about your feelings, tell

You know that part already

I just gotta keep tellin' ****, 'cause we all do drugs, we be forgettin' shit

Aye, aye (Othello on the beat)

I'on need nobody, I would rather make nothin' outta nothin'

I been rich for my third straight summer

Make a Wraith burn rubber, goin' speeds we ain't even know it coulda

I write raps, write a **** name on a bullet

Weak **** let a bitch make him go against his brothers

Spent thirty-three hundred on a plain black hoodie

I'm sick of this, uh, huh, aye

This the shit that come with the shit

Got in trouble for that ho, I had fun with that bitch

I be tryna unite the family, but it's blood in this shit

Have your slime ever snakеd out your cousin and shit?

Choose blood or the water, throw codeine in the mix

Hold on, I don't play no games, need to cut it, stop it

If I was, you know to twist it, pull it, bop it

In three days, I done poured like nine trays, fuck Tekashi

If I deactivate my 'Gram, this shit'll piss off ****' stylists

They locked twin over servin' an informant, I got the crew ready

These **** catchin' DB's, you like Kool-Aid

"How much for the pint?" You keep on tellin' me what you paid

All this tryna beat around the bush, this aint charade

I ain't never got a ho a purse and I ain't hit

Sosa, he a dropout plug, dealin' high grade

Oversized cap, the cropped tee look like it ain't fit

Free the bros, I'ma die real, how I ain't shit?

She want me to buy her a AP, but not on my watch

Tell me about your feelings, tell

She a Van Cleef junkie, buy her more, she'll prolly OD

A bitch come play with me twice, we was in OT

Love ain't really love if you ain't willin' to die

Put my dreams to the side, and I'm livin' 'em now

Finally squashed shit with the fives, killin' 'em now

Ask a **** from the bottom, do he remember the top?

My momma told me not to trust a bitch

Got us the one who they ain't fuckin' with

Feel bad, gettin' too much with the sucker shit, ride, ride

Windows down, pistol out, pint on me

Just blew like fifty thou', that was light, homie

Couldn't sneak the pistol in, I got a knife on me

Stab me in my back, do it

Bankroll on me, all blue-ish

Been tryna keep it kosher like I'm Jewish

I'on fuck with **** or they music

Quit tellin' bitches that we got into it, and you ain't did, stupid

Tell me about your feelings, tell

Tell me about your feelings, tell