How You Feel Lyrics

I'm about to hit em off with some of this, some of this P shit, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

uh-huh

We been P-ing on with old Gunna, man

We ain't pushing P, we ears of P

Know what I'm talking about

Bitch, I feel like P

Young P, nigga, I be posted in the cut

My shirt hoes only bitch on like I'm 30 plus

I ain't Martin Kelly, but I bump and grind

But baby, I ain't got the time

How you feel

Bitch, I feel like P.M.C., working wood wheels

Sitting on leather seats when I was 17

I was coming Cadillac, Cadillac

Now I'm riding drop tops, sitting on chrome wheels

Yeah, now I'm town, nigga, but I'm nationwide

From the A to the B, a nigga certified

Yeah, my work is talking drill

You said you hard on the fine

Keep going, bro, nigga, it's showtime

I'm so strong, you already know

Can't crash out, gotta stay on my toes

Niggas know what's up, bitches know I got it

Can a funky hoe get a dollar out my pocket

How you feel

Bitch, I'm getting it out the mud in the field

How you feel

Bitch, I'm getting money, trying to make a meal

How you feel

Fucking nigga and a bitch too

If you ain't getting money, then a nigga can't relate to you

How you feel

Bitch, I'm getting it out the mud in the field

How you feel

Bitch, I'm getting money, trying to make a meal

How you feel

Fucking nigga and a bitch too

If you ain't getting money, then a nigga can't relate to you