OUT MY FEELINGS INTRO Lyrics

They den turnt me up

I had to get up out my feelings

Fuck them niggas

They ain't really wanna stand on business

Tryna trick me out my spot

To get some clout for ill intentions

How the fuck you say you wit me

When it hit the fan yo ass with missin uh

We all from da Raq fa sho

So why you ain't got yo blicky uh

Signed up for the streets

We hit some potholes but it ain't kill us uh

You kno if I'm shining wit these diamonds

I got my clicka onn

AP cost me 60

Put that same 60 on ya top ya gone

Staying Solo dolo

Why my thumbs run up these millions uh

I can't hang wit lazy Niggas

They got broke intentions uh

Never broke no bread wit da guys you ain't no pilgrim shiddd

And never had no dignity in yo heart yo ass been finished

You ain't no hustler Nigga

Walking round here wit yo chest out huffin puffin nigga uh

Where yo legs at

Heard ya stride on bed rest

Battery in my back like Usain bolt

I got my legs back let's get it

Hustla grinding' Hustla shining

Patek cost me perfect time

Fuck a bitch and blow her mind

Blew up off finesse from dropping checks

Remember chase did dimes

Hanging wit some takers watch yo safe cuz they might snatch a dime uh

You ain't really slimey' you ain't met a slime

Shid lil bro did a transfer to his mama chime

Gave her a couple hunnit say here's a piece of mind

She pulled up to the trap

And grabbed a eight ball did a couple lines

Watch the fast talking niggas they gone spit like busts rhymes

Watch the pinesol niggas they gone trick you Everytime

Bought a 100 P's it's lookin good into you busted it down

I been had the city ina choke hold y'all just finding out

Focus on these millions gotta learn to keep my distance

Hanging wit some critters police tryna raid my business

I can turn my shorties up ina year if they pay attention

Shiddd all they know is glocks in switches slide on opposition

Let me mind my business

They den turnt me up

I had to get up out my feelings

Fuck them niggas

They ain't really wanna stand on business

Tryna trick me out my spot

To get some clout for ill intentions

How the fuck you say you wit me

When it hit the fan yo ass with missin uh

We all from da Raq fa sho

So why you ain't got yo blicky uh

Signed up for the streets

We hit some potholes but it ain't kill us uh

You kno if I'm shining wit these diamonds

I got my clicka onn

AP cost me 60

Put that same 60 on ya top ya gone

Staying Solo dolo

Why my thumbs run up these millions uh

I can't hang wit lazy Niggas

They got broke intentions uh

Never broke no bread wit da guys you ain't no pilgrim shiddd

And never had no dignity in yo heart yo ass been finished