Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feel It, artist - Jackboy. Date of issue: 17.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Feel It |
| Everybody say it’s love but I’mma leave it |
| Gotta keep a Glock today, you might just need it |
| Pull it out, I’ll let it spray, and make 'em feel it |
| Ain’t worried 'bout nothin' you lil' fuck niggas, bitch we with it |
| One thing |
| that nigga gon' go get it |
| Married to the racks, I swear that I’m committed |
| All these chains on me, would’ve thought I just got convicted |
| Now baby I’m in the hood, I’m going down the road of riches |
| I dropped diamonds on my chain, fresh up out the cell |
| Was fuckin' on yo' bitch that night but I won’t kiss and tell |
| She addicted to the kid like I dropped a spell |
| I’m tryna beat the pussy up, I’m tryna leave it swell |
| Fuck all my opps I’m throwing bullets at 'em, Odell |
| His momma mad that he died, bitch, oh well |
| He ain’t fuckin' with my click, bitch we movin' like the cartel |
| Feel with me, he gettin' zipped, choppas singing like Adele |
| You niggas ain’t nothin' like me, we from 2 different fabrics |
| That lil' bitch can’t be with her, I’ll tell her, «I'm gon' blow that bitch |
| Just like that lil' bitch was happy to see a nigga down bad |
| I’m in love with myself, I never needed your fuckin' clown ass |
| With my lil' raw ass, I made a mill now I want mo' cash |
| To keep the thrill I’m walking 'round with yo' stash |
| Keep it still, I’ll put this bitch on yo' ass |
| Don’t need to pop them pistol gon' blast |
| Don’t got no point to prove but I’m still on that |
| Everybody say it’s love but I’mma leave it |
| Gotta keep a Glock today, you might just need it |
| Pull it out, I’ll let it spray, and make 'em feel it |
| Ain’t worried 'bout nothin' you lil' fuck niggas, bitch we with it |
| One thing |
| that nigga gon' go get it |
| Married to the racks, I swear that I’m committed |
| All these chains on me, would’ve thought I just got convicted |
| Now baby I’m in the hood, I’m going down the road of riches |
| Gimme the credit I deserve |
| Lord knows I put in work |
| I done got it out the mud, got my nails full of dirt |
| If you ask me, no one would go harder than me on this fuckin' earth |
| I’m a thug, these rap niggas be talkin' 'bout it in all of they verse |
| Time after time, on the grind tryin' to make the world mine |
| I done took so much loss and now a nigga starting to shine |
| And I did it with my rhyme scheme had to go commit no crime |
| But I’m still waitin' for my family, I’ll go back to bag and dine |
| Try and get a hold of my family so I still pack a .9 |
| Shit be real grimy in these streets so I’ll be watchin' for the sign |
| And when we ridin' with that heat I’m like D-Wade in his prime |
| And shit wasn’t gay to me, I had a |
| of makin' money |
| I totally got overlooked, you would’ve thought they all was blind |
| I was posted up with them crooks from the bottom we had to climb |
| To the top, but everything still ain’t fuckin' fine |
| Made it out the bot' |
| But sometimes I still feel like homicide |
| Everybody say it’s love but I’mma leave it |
| Gotta keep a Glock today, you might just need it |
| Pull it out, I’ll let it spray, and make 'em feel it |
| Ain’t worried 'bout nothin' you lil' fuck niggas, bitch we with it |
| One thing |
| that nigga gon' go get it |
| Married to the racks, I swear that I’m committed |
| All these chains on me, would’ve thought I just got convicted |
| Now baby I’m in the hood, I’m going down the road of riches |