BabyMeech - How It Feel Lyrics

Yea I jus got dat pack inna mail
Wit dem killas no they neva tell
Marty gone so I'm givin em hell
On brodie I'ma stay out da cell
Independent aint signing no deal
An I still gotta free all the real
You ain't even know how it feel when I hadda go get that bag
Finally went and bought that jag
Stick him up broad day no mask
Hittin licks hallway no class
3 years 12 on my ass
Did the race Tay-Kay No dash
45 I play for the jazz
Call swipa go off on yo ass
An she might f*ck my bro like I'm melo
I really ain't trippin might dish the b**** out like I'm Zo
Might pass the ball out to Gelo he really been lacking but still he might up (up) the scope
I might just buy out Coachella so all my niggas perform yeah we can just go
Everyday a celebration we toast , we done graduated from Layin with ghosts
I was jus down on my ass hadda go get a bag I swear I hadda stay on my toes
Bro be hot on the gram but he really be scary I pulled up on him and he froze
Really be dunkin on niggas I feel like I'm shaq you know ima f*ck up the post
Back in 08' like Obama you put me in office you know ima f*** up the polls
Shawty shakin ass cuz her mama (she) sick so now she gone get on the pole
Know we got gas inna air we smokin gelato biscotti got me in the zone
I'm the hood we be calling him cheese even tho he survived he the one we fill up with holes
I'm really a god in my hood I just show them the card they still let me shop after close
Yea I jus got dat pack inna mail
Wit dem killas no they neva tell
Marty gone so I'm givin em hell
On brodie I'ma stay out da cell
Independent aint signing no deal
An I still gotta free all the real
You ain't even know how it feel when I hadda go get that bag
Finally went and bought that jag
Stick him up broad day no mask
Hittin like hallway no class
3 years 12 on my ass
Did the race Tay-Kay No dash
45 I play for the jazz
Call swipa he off on yo ass