That'S Tha Feeling
Bway Yungy
2:16Murder (Murder) Murder (Murder) Murder (Murder) Murder (Murder) (Mama know who Cub$kout is) Murder (Murder) Uh, young nigga, new school My pockets full of blues Stay up, I cannot snooze Uh, go-getter Uh-uh, breadwinner Can't forget, he reckless, nigga Livin' reckless, like fuck the rules Ooh, he'll wreck with you I'm dyin' 'bout it when it come to you (Ooh) When it's up Don't pick or choose Just me and bro tryna get at you (Ooh) Tryna swing that stick at you Just pray it hit And he don't make it through Know this is how that switch'll do For that nigga thinkin' He bulletproof I want black and yellow bitches like Pikachu Bro'nem trap him, like, "Boom-boom" It could be fifty niggas in this room I'ma be the sickest nigga that walk through I got no trust Got to watch how I move Yeah, one wrong move, might be the news So, you know I got to stay strapped with my tool I know my math, but, I ain't finish school Young nigga with a attitude Don't know, you don't try to give me dap, dude Nigga play, they lay, get clapped, fool Zone 6, in the bricks where we at, dude Huh-huh, know if you take one We loadin' up for to take two Huh-huh, that's how we got dude, fuck all that sayin' what you gone do Murder (Murder) Murder (Murder) Murder (Murder) Murder (Murder) Murder (Murder) Murder (Murder) Murder (Murder) Murder (Murder) Uh, young nigga, new school My pockets full of blues Stay up, I cannot snooze Uh, go-getter Uh-uh, breadwinner Can't forget, he reckless nigga Livin' reckless, like fuck the rules Ooh, he'll wreck with you I'm dyin' 'bout it when it come to you (Ooh) When it's up Don't pick or choose Just me and bro tryna get at you (Ooh) Tryna swing that stick at you Just pray it hit And he don't make it through Know this is how that switch'll do For that nigga thinkin' he bulletproof I know they hate I'm ballin', like what the fuck I do to you? Real shot-caller Shots callin' just for to get at you Forget the youngin wildin' Shit He come straight from out the Bayou I won't do no talkin', bitches come to shit on you They know I'm the truth, the sickest youngin comin' from this bitch Ho, shame on you, you left, so, it's, "Bitch, suck my dick" But, I can't blame you Shouldn't've fucked with that ho when I know that I'm it Got money made too legit Bway, the serious kid Murder (Murder) Murder (Murder) Murder (Murder) Murder (Murder) Murder (Murder) Murder (Murder) Murder (Murder) Murder (Bway) Uh, young nigga, new school My pockets full of blues Stay up, I cannot snooze Uh, go-getter Uh-uh, breadwinner Can't forget, he reckless, nigga Livin' reckless, like fuck the rules Ooh, he'll wreck with you I'm dyin' 'bout it when it come to you (Ooh) When it's up Don't pick or choose Just me and bro tryna get at you (Ooh) Tryna swing that stick at you Just pray it hit And he don't make it through Know this is how that switch'll do For that nigga thinkin' he bulletproof (Grrah) Thinkin' he bulletproof That's for thinkin' you bulletproof They should've told you how that switch'll do That switch'll do, oh