In They Feelinz lyrics

[Intro]
Big dog, you don't wanna see me p*ssed off
No  altercation, I'm willing to blow your sh*t off

[Verse 1]
Big  dog, you don't wanna see me p*ssed off
No altercation, I'm willing to blow your sh*t off
So many blues in my pocket, ho, I could Crip walk
Five,  four, three, two, one, I'm finna lift off
We  don't do the stocks, better stop, we dropping sticks off
Lil' baby drop it low, pick it up, now let the beat pause
I'm  out here thuggin' to the neck, no, I don't need y'all (Hell nah)
Real 16, on the B, I'm a sleazeball (Real P)
Think he hardbody? Oh, this n*gga think he King Kong
It ain't nothin', though, put this chop to his ping pong
Shells  hit his body, watch that n*gga do the seesaw
Don't try to run, n*gga, this motherf*cker knock your knees off
Hop in this load, better have your pole, I'm in heehaw
But anywho, my n*ggas is goblins
We be mobbin', n*gga, you ain't really solid
Keep a couple sticks in this whip when we riding
b*tch buggin', blowing up my phone, I decline it
Stay out of my business, stay in yours, better mind it
We gon' press play, double back, and rewind it
Don't get hunt down, these guns out, why you hiding? (Ayy, where you at?)
f*ck a candlelight, they took my brother, so we sliding
f*ckin' with them n*ggas, better watch who you ride with (We on your ass)
She gon' hand it to me, what the f*ck I like buying?
I am not a dog, lil' bitty, I'm a lion
Shay Shay, she gon' pay pay, that's my side b*tch (Run it in)
Stop playing games, you never met a n*gga like this (Ayy)
In juvenile, they had my ass in yellow, that's the high risk (b*tch)
Me and Hari hit for ten when we was twelve, that's that life sh*t (Ayy, yeah, that's that life sh*t)
My brother swing, I'm finna shoot, we ain't the ones to fight with (Ayy, hell nah)
Bounce out the load, walk him down with this nightstick
Ayy, Q Heff, on Mobbalay, I'm done with all this nice sh*t (Dead homies)
Q Heff, on Mobbalay, I'm done with all this nice sh*t (On dead homies)
[Chorus]
n*ggas broke, hella mad, in they feelings (They in they what?)
We snatching souls with this pole, not to mention (Ayy, not to what?)
Larry Bird thirty-three, call it Scottie Pippen (We call it what?)
Larry Bird thirty-three, call it Scottie Pippen (Ayy)
n*ggas broke, hella mad, in they feelings (They in they what?)
We snatching souls with this pole, not to mention (Ayy, not to what?)
Larry Bird thirty-three, call it Scottie Pippen (We call it what?)
Larry Bird thirty-three, call it Scottie Pippen (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2]
Lil' n*gga like what's up? What you wanna know?
n*ggas nerds, on the gang, straight bozos
We don't do the nines, hell nah, that's a no-no
Young n*gga fifteen, broke as sh*t off in a stolo
b*tch play with my money, we gon' fight, two T her, YOLO
Swap the four-oh for the Glock 30 from lil' bro-bro
You's a dodo, you see them n*ggas, it's a go-go
Can't f*ck with certain n*ggas, gotta watch, a lot of po-po
Bro can't do a drill unless he sniffed a little coco
Thirty get to dropping, n*ggas bouncing like a pogo
Shout out my n*gga Guadalupe, n*gga used to blow show
My migo in the hood got the poles for the low-low
That's my cholo, and on the G, that n*gga loco
Ayy, Hari B, remember doin' drills out the Volvo?
HotBoiiz, we the wrong n*ggas you wanna roll on
HotBoiiz, we the wrong n*ggas you wanna roll on
[Chorus]
n*ggas broke, hella mad, in they feelings (They in they what?)
We snatching souls with this pole, not to mention (Ayy, not to what?)
Larry Bird thirty-three, call it Scottie Pippen (We call it what?)
Larry Bird thirty-three, call it Scottie Pippen
n*ggas broke, hella mad, in they feelings (They in they what?)
We snatching souls with this pole, not to mention (Ayy, not to what?)
Larry Bird thirty-three, call it Scottie Pippen (We call it what?)
Larry Bird thirty-three, call it Scottie Pippen

[Outro]
Hey, hey, bro
All these n*ggas broke as f*ck, bro
They in they what?
They in they feelings