Catching Feelings

Yeah, huh Wonder if my Drac' catchin' feelings 'cause I'm layin' with it Huh, bitch (it's with an X, nigga, Striker Gang, Striker Boys, all that shit, aw shit), bitch Niggas tryna stack they money up, and I'm playin' in it All I want is blues, feel like 20s have my hands itchin' Walk in with a full-body K, it's in my pants leg Said you finna step on who? You must want your mans missin' Hit him with an Uzi, now he Melly, all his friends dead (they gone now) Lil' bitch suck the whole thing, that lil' ho got head-head (head) Gotta clear my PO box, it's filled with all fan mail I just got a brand-new striker, nigga, I can't stand still (I can't) I don't leave the crib, they on my ass more than my fans is (yeah) Hoes can't come just by theyself no more, bitch, where your friends is? (Uh-uh) My cup just asked me, "Do you love me? For real, you just sayin' that" (you ain't) My bitch be watchin' who I follow back, she don't be playin' that Switchy on it, tap the trigger, gang, don't just be sprayin' that He said, "It's a striker 'round," I said, "Let me see" (come on) Don't bring nobody around, he gang to you, but he ain't to me (bitch) Real hitters, bitch, we all pits, we ain't friendly (yeah) I seen more bitches open up they mouth than a dentist (huh) Really I been chillin', havin' my way, so how could I be mad? (I can't) Think my neck broke, put on a chain and I cannot look back I don't love no nat, I love racks (I make love) Don't even catch a hat, catch him out and lace his ass, I feel like BMF Guap be on my jeans, my pants so big, I can't even see my step (shit) In the county, pressin' debt potential so I can sleep in jail Niggas tryna hit the hoes I hit like, lil' bro, be yourself She don't even want tote bags no more, she said, "I need Chanel" (she be grown now) Your bitch out here eatin' everybody, bro, you can't tame her, huh Almost parked his whip and all he was tryna do was race me Yeah, changed my feature price, and they like, "Damn, why E so janky?" (Hah) All my money blue, I think Ben Franklin need a blanket, nigga Yeah (bitch), huh Wonder if my Drac' catchin' feelings 'cause I'm layin' with it (what the fuck I'm doin'?) Huh, bitch, bitch Niggas tryna stack they money up, and I'm playin' in it (I'm trippin') All I want is blues, feel like 20s have my hands itchin' (hah) Walk in with a full-body K, it's in my pants leg (big dude) Said you finna step on who? You must want your mans missin' Hit him with an Uzi, now he Melly, all his friends dead (they gone now) She keep lookin', I'ma press the issue (come here) You can ask my mama, I ain't touch no dishes, I was touchin' pistols Walk inside the booth and talk my shit, ain't gotta touch a pencil I went from tryna up another 'fit to tryna up a building She gettin' outta hand, bae, just play your role (what you want?) Her nigga mad as hell, she tryna play my song Pull the money out that's in my pocket, look like I did a show This shit two hundred a line, I need a thousand if you spill my four Nigga (give me all that shit, nigga) Yeah, huh Wonder if my Drac' catchin' feelings 'cause I'm layin' with it (what the fuck am I doin'?) Huh, bitch, bitch Niggas tryna stack they money up, and I'm playin' in it All I want is blues, feel like 20s have my hands itchin' (blues) Walk in with a full-body K, it's in my pants leg Said you finna step on who? You must want your mans missin' Hit him with an Uzi, now he Melly, all his friends dead (they gone now)