How it feel by Bamabound Ant Lyrics
Verse
* My brother ask me why I always ride with a pistol, he don’t know I gotta issue with some niggas where I’m from
* A few disagreements with some sissy’s and they all from different cities so you know I gotta keep my fuccin gun
* We started off as niggas blowing kisses at bad bitches , hitting licks, and making niggas turn they pockets out for fun
* I saw the lane switching they was kicking it wit niggas on the wrong side of the street where the oppositions run
* Mane we was from the same set throwing up them 20‘s black and gold shit y’all forever posta be my thugs
* But they was likе we moving a lil differnt now we on a diffеrent mission now these niggas over here they showing love
* I took that shit the wrong way said fuck y’all niggas umma go my own way I tried to leave that shit right where it was
* I couldn’t believe my ears mane we been locked in for some years we been thru hell and back and all that shit seem like it was for nun
HOOK
* you don’t know to be to keep it real with some niggas you been rolling with
* Them niggas turn and roll on you instead
* You don’t know how it feel to share yo loaf with yo niggas
* Turn around same nigga tryna take yo loaf of bread
VERSE 2
* I got a phone call the next morning before I even got to yawning nigga told me that it’s blue lights on my head
* I told det nigga fuck it Ian trippin gone slide Ian hiding keep it real I was the hardest out the set
* I got another call from my dawg think he wit the shits too
* This nigga steady keep on asking where I’m at
* This shit feel like a dream mane this can’t be what it seem
* We was on the same team before this street nigga shit
HOOK
* you don’t know to be to keep it real with some niggas you been rolling with
* Them niggas turn and roll on you instead
* You don’t know how it feel to share yo loaf with yo niggas
* Turn around same nigga tryna take yo loaf of bread
Verse 3
* I hoped up out the bed Ian even comb my head I went and grabbed my smith and Wesson and my 9 out the couch
* I’m standing on the porch war ready to turn sum shit into spaghetti
* When my stomach started feeling up with doubt
* The devil on my shoulder said shoot until it’s over but my angle said u trippin mane it’s babies up in this house
* Lil nigga txt my phone said we see you then it’s on we ain’t een finna pull up all the way to the south
* God dam these nigga pussy
* Thinking back on that chance I shouldn’t took
* Moral of the story mosta these niggas crooked
* Keep your third eye open always keep it looking
Hook
* My brother ask me why I always ride with a pistol, he don’t know I gotta issue with some niggas where I’m from
* A few disagreements with some sissy’s and they all from different cities so you know I gotta keep my fuccin gun
* We started off as niggas blowing kisses at bad bitches , hitting licks, and making niggas turn they pockets out for fun
* I saw the lane switching they was kicking it wit niggas on the wrong side of the street where the oppositions run
* Mane we was from the same set throwing up them 20‘s black and gold shit y’all forever posta be my thugs
* But they was likе we moving a lil differnt now we on a diffеrent mission now these niggas over here they showing love
* I took that shit the wrong way said fuck y’all niggas umma go my own way I tried to leave that shit right where it was
* I couldn’t believe my ears mane we been locked in for some years we been thru hell and back and all that shit seem like it was for nun
HOOK
* you don’t know to be to keep it real with some niggas you been rolling with
* Them niggas turn and roll on you instead
* You don’t know how it feel to share yo loaf with yo niggas
* Turn around same nigga tryna take yo loaf of bread
VERSE 2
* I got a phone call the next morning before I even got to yawning nigga told me that it’s blue lights on my head
* I told det nigga fuck it Ian trippin gone slide Ian hiding keep it real I was the hardest out the set
* I got another call from my dawg think he wit the shits too
* This nigga steady keep on asking where I’m at
* This shit feel like a dream mane this can’t be what it seem
* We was on the same team before this street nigga shit
HOOK
* you don’t know to be to keep it real with some niggas you been rolling with
* Them niggas turn and roll on you instead
* You don’t know how it feel to share yo loaf with yo niggas
* Turn around same nigga tryna take yo loaf of bread
Verse 3
* I hoped up out the bed Ian even comb my head I went and grabbed my smith and Wesson and my 9 out the couch
* I’m standing on the porch war ready to turn sum shit into spaghetti
* When my stomach started feeling up with doubt
* The devil on my shoulder said shoot until it’s over but my angle said u trippin mane it’s babies up in this house
* Lil nigga txt my phone said we see you then it’s on we ain’t een finna pull up all the way to the south
* God dam these nigga pussy
* Thinking back on that chance I shouldn’t took
* Moral of the story mosta these niggas crooked
* Keep your third eye open always keep it looking
Hook