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Lyrify.me

In They Feelinz by EBK Young Joc Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

[Intro]
Big dog, you don't wanna see me pissed off
Or  altercation, I'm willing to blow your shit off

[Verse 1]
Big  dog, you don't wanna see me pissed off
Or altercation, I'm willing to blow your shit off
So many bills in my pocket, ho, I can Crip walk
Five,  four, three, two, one, I'm finna lift off
We  don't do the stocks, better stop, we drop the sticks off
Lil' baby drop it low, pick it up, I let the beat pause
I'm  out here thuggin' to the neck, no, I don't need y'all
New sixteen on the beat, I'm a sleazeball
Think he hardbody? Oh, this nigga think he King Kong
It ain't nothin', though, put this chop to his ping pong
Shells  hit his body, watch that nigga do the seesaw
Don't try to run, nigga, this motherfucker knock your knees off
Hop in this load, better have your pole, I'm in heehaw
But anywho, my niggas is goblins
We be mobbin', nigga, you ain't really solid
Keep a couple sticks in this whip when we riding
Bitch 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?
Fuck a candlelight, they took my brother, so we sliding
Fuckin' with them niggas, better watch who you ride with
She gon' hand it to me, what the fuck I like buying?
I am not a dog, lil' bitty, I'm a lion
Shake shake, she gon' pay pay, that's my side bitch
Stop playing games, you never met a nigga like this
In juvenile, they had my ass in yellow, that's the high risk
Me and Hari hit for ten when we was 12, that's that life shit
My brother slid, I'm finna shoot, we ain't the ones to fight with
Bounce out the low, walk him down with this nightstick
They killed Hef, on n'ap boule, I'm done with all this nice shit (Dead homies)
Killed Hef, on n'ap boule, I'm done with all this nice shit (On dead homies)
[Chorus]
Niggas 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)
Niggas 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' nigga like what's up? What you wanna know?
Niggas nerds, on the gang, straght bozos
We don't do the nines, hell nah, that's a no-no
Young nigga 15, broke as shit off in a stolo
Bitch 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 niggas, it's a go-go
Can't fuck with certain niggas, gotta watch, a lot of po-po
Bro can't do a drill unless he sniffed a little cocoa
Thirty get to dropping, niggas bouncing like a pogo
Shout out my nigga Guadalupe, nigga 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 nigga loco
Ayy, Hari B, remember doin' drills out the Volvo?
Hot boys, we the wrong niggas you wanna roll on
Hot boys, we the wrong niggas you wanna roll on
[Chorus]
Niggas 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
Niggas 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 niggas broke as fuck, bro
They in they what?
They in they feelings