feelings - guwop lyrics
pre*hook:
ar pistol next to me, like it was my best friend
sleep with money on my mind, and glockee right on my nightstand
30 on me hanging out my waist band
uh, 40 in it, shoot you in the face, d*mn
in the kitchen, whipping karo with my left hand
swear to god, i’m really grinding for the best bands
move wrong
hit you with artillery in a school zone
fully loaded tech, busting out the back of a uhaul
sliding to the crib and then i go and turn the news on
see yo face up on the tv, saying that it’s you gone
why is he gone
why did i shoot who knows
how did i go so wrong
i can’t take it no more
hook:
she love me? i can’t fall for that
no heart breaks, i don’t f*ck with that
i pop molly, huh, out my body, huh
f*ck yo feelings, i don’t need love back
designer, way i drip
glockee, on my hip
styrophoam, i sip
drank got me nauseous
i dont f*ck with fake love
like, show me whatchu made of
when i put on these maisons, they wave run
b*tch, my drip is a1
so, i don’t need no love from you
b*tch, all i know is keep a tool
i never learned to keep my cool
so, i’m stepping all over you
verse:
applying pressure, like pump to a tire
f*ck is the rain? when i walked through the fire
with this strap on my waist, play around you gone die
if you fronting on the set you know i’ma die for mines
feel like my trust is gone
it’s only one that i love
and she gone hold me down, we fit together no glove
but i ain’t gone speak on it, i keep it on the low
better check my resume, lil’ b*tch i keep a pole
put a snub nose on it, cause i heard they creeping, though
folks and nem know i’m turning into demon mode
uh huh
chopstick
hollows spilling out it like a faucet
gave away my heart out to the brothers, and they lost it
i don’t need no handouts, b*tch i’m living for the profit
b*tches nagging on me get to spraying with this off sh*t
hook:
she love me? i can’t fall for that
no heart breaks, i don’t f*ck with that
i pop molly, huh, out my body, huh
f*ck yo feelings, i don’t need love back
designer, way i drip
glockee, on my hip
styrophoam, i sip
drank got me nauseous
i dont f*ck with fake love
like, show me whatchu made of
when i put on these maisons, they wave run
b*tch, my drip is a1
so, i don’t need no love from you
b*tch, all i know is keep a tool
i never learned to keep my cool
so, i’m stepping all over you
post*hook:
i keep ar pistol next to me, like it was my best friend
sleep with money on my mind, and glockee right on my nightstand
30 on me hanging out my waist band
aye, 40 in it, shoot you in the face, d*mn
in the kitchen, whipping karo with the left hand
swear to god, i’m really grinding for the best, best bands
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