Feelings
(Hook)
Tell that bitch said, "fuck your feelings", how I feel about it, aye (x7)
Tell that bitch said, "fuck yo..."

(Verse)
Walk into the club with yo bitch (aye), what that smell like?
Ain't that just like me to give em hell like
The morning star, Lucifer, yes sir
Yes I been wild, and I'm the kind that get em wide open
A bad omen, I'm bad to the bone and
Me kill em with the rude boy, cause a commotion
The style be, irey, I'm the 5 time champion
Define grime, rhyme so unkindly
Timely with the style flip, hectic
Me and mines better described as eclectic
High energy, the shine is electric
Killas on deck when biters detected, wreck shit
Smooth like a muh fucka' bald spot
All good til it's all not, what I'm talkin' 'bot
(BIATCH)
Do what it does til they call cops
Sock to the jaw I'm, Cactus Jack yaw know what
From the south, bust you in the mouth, fuck that
Yaw dont want war get the fuck back
Jewelry on, run that, strip to your booty
On Turpin or Ballard we are not above that
Slime ball, I'm all in
Shoot dice in the back of the gas station
Saying who got 5 on mine? Lemme in
Got a bottle of lime juice and that bumpy face gin
Never no bitch, never no love since a git
Never kick back with a snitch, never been that
He the shit, I'ma go dumb with the stick
How I'm feeling? Too legit, tell that bitch
(Hook x8)