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how i'm feelin - peezy lyrics

hook – gt, pesh, peezy

(gt)
how you feelin pesh?

(pesh)
feelin like a million checks
white buffs chilly neck
got me feelin really blessed
how you feelin g?

(gt)
sh*t i need some mo
f*ck it imma hit the road
imma get them b*tches sold
how you feelin pe?

(peezy)
buyin jugs, sellin p’s
buffs look like cheddar cheese
10 on me, all sleeves
sh*t how im feelin n*gga?

(pesh)
i might buy the whole block

(pesh)
i might buy the crop

(peezy)
and imma cop a froze watch

verse 1 – peezy

im feelin like i can’t lose
i den drunk a 8
im feelin like i can’t move
made a k!lling
but im feelin like i ain’t through
ain’t no snitchin
b*tch i stickin to my same rules
to tell the truth
sh*t i feel like im a changed n*gga
got different money
but im rollin with my same n*ggas
and im the head n*gga in charge
don’t get thangs twisted
andand if yo spot ain’t off the chain
b*tch you ain’t wit us
im feelin like chief keef
my jeans 300
diamonds in the nose piece
i got the seas flooded
we had the city on our back
the last three summers
and ain’t no rappin me to death
i need to see sum
on some real sh*t
i feel like goin down the way
with some blues a lil purple
and a ounce of yay
i was lost for a minute
but i found a way
im a street n*gga
b*tch that’s how i operate

(hook)

verse – 2 (gt)

this that sh*t that n*ggas feel forreal
like when that beat drop it give you the chills
im gt from the d, don’t get sh*t confused
life coin toss, you either win or lose
i had dreams growin up, i was ace and mitch
gucci suits, all gold chains and whips
its deep dawg, i can’t explain this sh*t
the bag drop, the plug supply who i hang wit
im trynna stay away from the block but im attached to it
its easy it gotta be a catch to it
this real talk n*gga not no f*ckin rap music
its like crack music, sell crack to it
i got my n*gga pesh and my n*gga peez
we blow h*lla tre and sip h*lla lean
we them eastside n*ggas hoes talk about
n*ggas run they mouth about, but never wanna spark it out
b*tch

(hook)

verse 3 * (pesh)

got me feeling like scarface in a new porsche
might buy a passport and try to find new shores
hnic that’s my clique, i got it tattoed
n*ggas had the silver spoon, we had a mac spoon
talkin crazy bout the work but never sold no weight
and we don’t call them b*tches bowls we callem 448s
im drippin lean by the pint, that’s a slow leak
i only see gt when im ot
it cost to be a boss and that’s why you n*ggas owe
i den spilled more dope than ou n*ggas sold
i den spilled more juice than you n*ggas po’ed
i had respect for dem boys but them b*tches told
every time you see me out i got the maggie on me
two shooter runnin wit me like nash and kobe
i got caught slippin 40 cal a get them b*st*rd off me
cuz im a menace like cane, you a f*ggot chauncy

(hook)

- peezy lyrics

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