Feel Lyrics

Yea

Cee Huncho

It look like love but it feel like hate

I can't comprehend

It seem real but everything fake

Like it's pretend

I was up then went down

I'm tryna be up on the top again

Why the fuck I'm lonely every night?

I got a lot of friends

Empty

Big Silverado ZR2 It's a Chevy

Prepackaged California eighth

Peanut butter jelly

Oh you want an exotic dog?

Here's a link up to my tele

I don't need to trick I'm used to slanging meat

Just like a deli

I still be in the trap with my bitch

Runnin' up that fetty

I'm tryna live to 99 plus

Just like I'm Betty

Take one of my opps question they ass

Soft white underbelly

Oh he got a story to tell?

We ah turn it to a fairy

He steady cappin talking fairy tales

I could still be rich even if I lost my clientele

Bro messed up he don't want money

He just wanna kill

Dawg don't even wanna hit the blunt

He just want a pill

I don't want no cracked open wok

I'm finna get a seal

Cee Huncho almost up a hundred racks

That's without a deal

Take music away and you'd be nothing

You don't know how to deal

Before all this shit talkin'

I was thumbing through them bills

Bro this ain't no football match

But dawgy runnin' drills

Half zip to the face got me numbing

I don't wanna feel

Once the poles come out Glock take over

It don't feel real

Battle wounds let the metal fight like it's Real Steel

I got the assist bro ran him down

That's a team kill

Get hit with that R.I.C.O

He gon' fold and take a plea deal

I'm in Nebraska wit' a Glock on me

Zip and three seals

You ain't really come up in the streets

Bro let's be real

Up a gun only the military have

I ain't a Navy Seal

Put a custom wrap on dat bitch

Its navy and teal

Have you ever stuffed A eight rock underneath yo heel?

Not everyone can shit talk like me

It take a bit of skill

Im tryna make some char buffed wings

Imma get a grill

By the time I'm thirty years old

Imma have a bill

I'm talking about a billion

That's wit' a big B

I ain't talking about a million

I couldn't even eat

I had to get up off that Ritalin

Dropped exotic pops with RMC

Shoutout Michigan

I just bought a pint of red from a senior citizen

Girly hispanic but look black she Dominican

This Wockhardt I got more tropical than Caribbean

Try to fuck with us he get sent into oblivion

Fuckin' on a South American she Bolivian

Drownin' in that pussy almost like I'm an amphibian

Whip out pole on plug I need 100 percent discount

My bitch Italian she cook Alfredo wit' her tits out

A million cash stuffed in the sofa this big couch

I got a chokehold around the opps they boutta tap out

I'm talking' bout the oppositions

Before I go down on yo bitch I give her body kisses

Walk into UPS with the box

Imma Roddy Rich it

Forty shots to my car but I ain't hit

All he shoot is misses

Three sum in the back of the car

I got foggy windows

Tryin new shit poured a four in A Pepsi Crystal

You all bark and I got more dog than a puppy kennel

Methamphetamine eroding his teeth

He need a new dental

I ain't really worried 'cuz everyday a paper day

I put the Faygo's up

And poured a deuce in my Gatorade

The .45 shoot past his ears

Gave him a taper fade

I'm feeling' kinda tired

Imma serve you at a later date

Okay, this beat chill as fuck

He asked me for the top exotics

Gave him the middle one

This a full freestyle

Not the written one

I just copped a 43x this a little gun

And yea I'm gettin' bows off myself

But I middle some

Talkin' bout a opp that ain't got smoked?

Not a single one

Oh you want to place a hit?

Consider it done

I do drills by myself

You be with someone

Cee Huncho bitch