Feel This

(Tylian made the beat) Ayy Ayy, blaow, baow, baow, baow, ayy Double R, GMK Yeah Nigga gon' feel this Ayy, blaow, baow, baow, baow, ayy Yeah Ayy, ayy, Double R Ayy, ATK, believe that I just turned on the kill switch Hop on the block, tryna dirty this cutter Tryna make a nigga feel this Got murder on my mind, kill him and his brother I'll make a nigga feel this Ain't no amount of racks get dropped on my head Gon' ever make a fuck nigga kill this I'ma call my ace, they gon' get they bread, They gon' bring they bananas to the block, come peel shit How many opps got popped in the field? 'Fore I had a mop, seen a top get spilled Nigga spin on my block, he done popped him a pill Fuck nigga think he safe, he done signed him a deal It's 2 AM, outside a nigga spot, you know I'm finna stand on business He died, he died, she died, he died, shh The whole city know imma menace Shots fired coming out a Drac', tryna eat a nigga face, Everybody 'round me got a body Don't ask me why a nigga ain't dead When I spot me a nigga, you gon' know I got 'him He all on the net when he know I shot him I don't care 'bout myself, bitch, you know I'm a problem In a stolo, two niggas, one Glock, and two choppers I ain't squashing no beef, I'm on your ass, you can't stop us Catch a nigga down bad, I'ma leave him twisted Ima' leave him geeked up like he on molly Me and bro shootin' at the same time, glah, glah, glah, glah, glah, Tme which one hotter Nigga feel scared, better buy him a chopper Wanna be mislead, I'ma buy him a bible I did a drill with my dog, I knew he was a sniper Make him Chris Kyle all of my rivals I got them racks, but I don't play tennis Can't fit in my pocket, my pants too skinny Nigga told a bitch I was an opp 'fore we ever got to link, god damn I ain't even get to hit her Nigga be down when a nigga be locked up Nigga so far, can't even much feel it Nigga be crying, man, a nigga better slide 'Cause way more money get dropped, more killing How I'ma be scared of a nigga When a nigga like me up on multiple bodies? Tired of these internet niggas actin' tough on the 'Gram In real life, they ain't shot nobody Hellcat, vroom, it's a big body I don't like to brag, nigga know I got it If I want him dead, I send a deposit Way out of reach when they bury the body I just turned on the kill switch Hop on the block, tryna dirty this cutter Tryna make a nigga feel this Got murder on my mind, kill him and his brother I'll make a nigga feel this Ain't no amount of racks get dropped on my head Gon' ever make a fuck nigga kill this I'ma call my ace, they gon' get they bread They gon' bring they bananas to the block, come peel shit Yeah, I'ma, I'ma make them feel this Uh, uh, I'ma make them feel this Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah