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how i'm feelin' (freestyle) - ybf k sauce lyrics

[verse]
feel like i’m f*cked up in the head now
i been chasin’ paper, b*tch
i’m all about my bread now
can’t f*ck wit’ none of these hoes
they back door and get you stretched now
and every single block the opps was on runnin’ red now
they know i’m straight up out the gutter
tryna turn myself to something
we both from nothing
but why the f*ck the opps still ain’t got nothin’
they wonder why my name khari (kyrie), ’cause n*gga i be clutchin’
drop a bag up on that drac’
and watch that shipment come from russia
i could’ve f*cked all of yo’ b*tches and yo’ mama and yo’ cousin
when i flew out to yo’ city, you was postin’, you ain’t touch me
when i pullеd up to yo’ block, i had that iron, i coulda bust you
but you reached out for a handshake, you p*ssy likе yo brothers
i’m antisocial but n*ggas know who i am
i told lil bro if he run up, then we gon’ put his ass on cam
i told my bruddas up the score if they get caught up in that jam
yo’ n*gga say that he want smoke
b*tch don’t get caught up wit yo mans
and f*ck that case ’cause b*tch i’d rather get caught wit it
than without it
they wonder why them murders goin’ up, my city h*lla crowded
these n*ggas question me
i don’t know why the f*ck these n*ggas doubt me
and i ain’t never f*cked wit’ school, i found my lane and i rerouted
and i just want my shawty down like she keisha off of power
slide on the opps and make it rain, we be givin’ n*ggas showers
and every day wake up and pray ’cause n*ggas dyin’ every hour
young n*gga runnin’ up that cash ’til that sh*t look like a tower
i know some n*ggas that switched up and see i’m blowin’
now they mad at a n*gga
know some n*ggas i beat up, say they gon’ blast at a n*gga
he think he finna run, them bullets comin’ fast at a n*gga
kick in that door, get on the floor, we take it past that lil n*gga
they want a feature, i got rich n*gga prices
and i been known to carry songs, i make hits overnight, b*tch
we leave them phones when we slide, they can’t ping no devices
and it’s f*ck ’em til his whole f*ckin’ gang see the light b*tch
we outside, n*gga we outside
all my n*ggas slide, we hit up his ride, yeah
we outside, n*gga we outside
can’t f*ck wit’ no fraud, we gon’ pull his card
this how i’m feelin’
mmm, mmm, mmmm, mmmmmm, mmm, mmmm, mmmmmmm
this how i’m feelin’
yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
this how i’m feelin’

- ybf k sauce lyrics

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