How Do You Feel lyrics

[Intro: Billionaire Black & FBG Duck]
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Nah, for real
Let's get it

[Chorus: Billionaire Black]
How do you feel 'bout these rappers?
I swear they tell lies (Swear they tell lies)
How do you feel 'bout these trappers?
I don't believe 'em 'cause they not sellin' pies, ayy (They not sellin' pies)
All of my n*ggas 'bout action
They come through, they take your life (They take your life)
Tell me what you know about them Rugers, Glizzies, .40's
Them nickels, and nines, ayy
Tell me what your life like (Uh)
You don't know nothin' 'bout mine (Nah, nah)
Your b*tch, she all on my line (Yeah, yeah)
Textin' me, she wanna feel me inside, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
How do you feel 'bout these rappers? (Oh)
Swear all of these n*ggas is trash (Oh, oh)
Most of these n*ggas is pussies (Oh, oh)
They need to pull them panties out of their ass, ayy (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Billionaire Black]
How do I feel 'bout these n*ggas? (Oh)
None of these n*ggas official (Oh, oh)
All of these n*ggas is soft (Oh)
Softer than some f*ckin' tissue (Oh, oh)
How do I feel 'bout these b*tches? (Oh)
Most of these b*tches is bops (Oh, oh)
Most of these b*tches is thots (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
f*ck a b*tch, I'm still chasin' a knot, ayy (Oh, oh)
How do I feel 'bout the system? (System)
Swear that sh*t f*cked up (Oh, oh)
Bro caught a body the other day, got away (Oh, oh)
Guess he lucked up, ayy (Oh, oh)
How do I feel 'bout them Swishers? (Oh)
I don't smoke them sh*ts (No, no)
Backwood full of Piff, ayy (No, no)
Backwood with your b*tch, ayy (Oh, oh)
How do I feel 'bout my n*ggas? (My n*ggas)
Swear to God I love gang, ayy (Oh, oh)
Swear them n*ggas insane, ayy (Them my bros)
Shootin' sh*t, gun range, ayy (No, no)
How do I feel 'bout that liquor? (Oh, oh)
I don't like gettin' drunk, ayy (Oh no)
Muddy troubles in my cup, ayy (Oh, oh)
Oh, Lord, I'm stuck (Let's get it), gang
[Chorus: Billionaire Black & FBG Duck]
How do you feel 'bout these rappers?
I swear they tell lies (Swear they tell lies)
How do you feel 'bout these trappers?
I don't believe 'em 'cause they not sellin' pies, ayy (They not sellin' pies)
All of my n*ggas 'bout action
They come through, they take your life (They take your life)
Tell me what you know about them Rugers, Glizzies, .40's
Them nickels, and nines, ayy
Tell me what your life like (Uh)
You don't know nothin' 'bout mine (Nah, nah)
Your b*tch, she all on my line (Yeah, yeah)
Textin' me, she wanna feel me inside, ayy (Mm)
How do you feel 'bout these rappers? (Mmm)
Swear all of these n*ggas is trash (Mmm)
Most of these n*ggas is pussies (Mm)
They need to pull them panties out of their ass, ayy (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: FBG Duck & Billionaire Black]
How do I feel 'bout these rappers? (Rappers)
Most of these n*ggas is kids (Oh)
They be gettin' on their songs talkin' 'bout a bunch of sh*t that they ain't did
How do I feel 'bout my ex-b*tch? (Oh-oh)
Why do you think she my ex-b*tch? (Oh)
pus*y good and her head good, too, but sh*tted on her with my next b*tch
How do I feel 'bout the industry?
Man, these rap n*ggas fu, I swear to God
On my soul, they be killin' me
Just a whole bunch of mimicking (Oh)
How do I feel 'bout this rap sh*t?
I can't say I reached my goals (No)
But I'm good on the road (Road)
Makin' money off of shows
Ooh la la la (La la la), these n*ggas b*tches
They be talkin' a whole lot of rah-rah-rah (Rah-rah-rah)
'Til we—, 'Til we pull up with them motherf*ckin' sticks out, glah-glah-glah (Glah-glah-glah)
Hot sh*t hit a n*gga, got him like, "Ooh, argh, argh," now, he screamin' for his mama, "Ma" (Money)
(Let's get it)
[Chorus: Billionaire Black]
How do you feel 'bout these rappers?
I swear they tell lies (Swear they tell lies)
How do you feel 'bout these trappers?
I don't believe 'em 'cause they not sellin' pies, ayy (They not sellin' pies)
All of my n*ggas 'bout action
They come through, they take your life (They take your life)
Tell me what you know about them Rugers, Glizzies, .40's
Them nickels, and nines, ayy
Tell me what your life like (Uh)
You don't know nothin' 'bout mine (Nah, nah)
Your b*tch, she all on my line (Yeah, yeah)
Textin' me, she wanna feel me inside, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
How do you feel 'bout these rappers? (Oh)
Swear all of these n*ggas is trash (Yeah)
Most of these n*ggas is pussies (Yeah, yeah)
They need to pull them panties out of their ass, ayy (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Billionaire Black]
Go, oh-oh
Them my bros, y'all know
Oh, no-no
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh