Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song OkYouFeelinDat?, artist - KXNG Crooked. Album song Flag, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hitmaker
Song language: English
OkYouFeelinDat? |
| Everybody talking 'bout opps, okay, my opps are the cops |
| Okay, my opps are the thots that don’t know me |
| Tryna throw me that box for popular props |
| Okay, hate it when a dying piece zoom in on my timepiece |
| Like it’s a binocular watch |
| If baby can’t answer the questions I ask her, then I’m an anti-vaxxer |
| I’m blocking the shots, okay, you feelin' that? |
| Back with the venom rap, the gun I’m concealin' that |
| Drop top Pontiac, you know where the ceiling at |
| The game is a necrophiliac and a sacrophiliac |
| 'Cause they fucked me and left me for dead |
| But I’m really back, gettin' rid of the silly rap |
| Crook an anesthetic, I’m cinematic |
| I hit the pen and pad with the illest Iliad |
| I’m hitting homies like I’m up to bat with a Philly’s hat, 9 milli strap |
| I’mma peel a cap where all you Milli Vanilli’s at |
| I’mma run the city until the day my Achilles snap |
| This is piggyback, I’m carrying instrumentals |
| And burying instrumentals when me and the beat interact |
| Woah, get a piece of this ether |
| Depopulation, the shit is getting deeper |
| I pay Microsoft for a brand-new Xbox |
| Even though I know Bill Gates the Grim Reaper |
| Everybody talking 'bout opps, okay, my opps are the cops |
| Okay, my opps are the thots that don’t know me |
| Tryna throw me that box for popular props |
| Okay, hate it when a dying piece zoom in on my timepiece |
| Like it’s a binocular watch |
| If baby can’t answer the questions I ask her, then I’m an anti-vaxxer |
| I’m blocking the shots, okay, you feelin' that? |
| Back and I’m killin' shit, that’s the realer shit |
| On my Mac Miller shit, at the dealership |
| Nikes on my feet, but I’mma grab the illest whip |
| Illegal guns, but the tags legitimate |
| Squad actin' ignorant, stop actin' innocent |
| Pop, that’s the end of it, shots blast your tenements |
| Combat with militants, broadcast the vigilance |
| Mob hat and Pendletons, COB, that’s the syndicate |
| I was never just a nigga on the block |
| My mom was at work, I was really on the clock |
| A penny for my thoughts, hit the lick ice cold |
| But it went down smooth like Henny on the rocks |
| Long Beach lookin' pretty on the yachts |
| My city’s on the docks, I really spent 50 on a watch |
| I never had pity on the cops |
| Until my last day like Biggie told The LOX |
| I came in this game in a chinchilla |
| With Ashanti, worth about six figures |
| When you’re young, six figures is a rich nigga |
| Slaughterhouse made my COB clique bigger |
| On TV spittin' with Eminem and Big Tigger |
| That’s a whole lotta stars like the Big Dipper |
| That’s a whole lotta bars you get disfigured |
| I’ll punish you, son, like you Chris Rivers |
| Game, why am I so heartless? |
| 'Cause the whole fuckin' industry is artless |
| If you don’t even know what the art is |
| How the fuck are you an artist? |
| Everybody talking 'bout opps, okay, my opps are the cops |
| Okay, my opps are the thots that don’t know me |
| Tryna throw me that box for popular props |
| Okay, hate it when a dying piece zoom in on my timepiece |
| Like it’s a binocular watch |
| If baby can’t answer the questions I ask her, then I’m an anti-vaxxer |
| I’m blocking the shots, okay, you feelin' that? |