Special Feeling by Trapland Pat Lyrics
It’s a special kind of feeling when u go to winning
But u gotta keep grinding gotta stop chillin
Get to my mama bills what a nice feeling
We ain’t letttin up until We see dem damn millions
Bullets rickochet now they hop scotchin
Dey ain’t motivated so We know dey plotting
2 freak bitches got em hotboxin
All my friends are dead the shoebox is Dey coffin
I’m Two faced like melly
Hit em up leggo to war like makaveli
3 sticks 3 dicks Ed Ed & eddy
Ain’t no stock on the chop u gotta hold it steady
That’s a girl Rolex if it ain’t a prezi
U can see it in his eyes bra ain’t even ready
A Nightmare in real life naw dis ain Freddy
& U ion want no smoke y u at the Getty
Doin all these crimes he scared to do the time
I Heard he Dropped two nickels dropped a dime
Paperwork in bold letters y u actin blind
I’m playin slime I Up that iron every single time
Read between the lines I’m on Powerline
All my phones thumpin that’s them powerlines
Yeen tryna get grind u just wasting time
He a rat I heard Dey made em sign between the lines
It’s a special kind of feeling when u go to winning
But u gotta keep grinding gotta stop chillin
Get to my mama bills what a nice feeling
We ain’t letttin up until We see dem damn millions
Bullets rickochet now they hop scotchin
Dey ain’t motivated so We know dey plotting
2 freak bitches got em hotboxin
All my friends are dead the shoebox is Dey coffin
But u gotta keep grinding gotta stop chillin
Get to my mama bills what a nice feeling
We ain’t letttin up until We see dem damn millions
Bullets rickochet now they hop scotchin
Dey ain’t motivated so We know dey plotting
2 freak bitches got em hotboxin
All my friends are dead the shoebox is Dey coffin
I’m Two faced like melly
Hit em up leggo to war like makaveli
3 sticks 3 dicks Ed Ed & eddy
Ain’t no stock on the chop u gotta hold it steady
That’s a girl Rolex if it ain’t a prezi
U can see it in his eyes bra ain’t even ready
A Nightmare in real life naw dis ain Freddy
& U ion want no smoke y u at the Getty
Doin all these crimes he scared to do the time
I Heard he Dropped two nickels dropped a dime
Paperwork in bold letters y u actin blind
I’m playin slime I Up that iron every single time
Read between the lines I’m on Powerline
All my phones thumpin that’s them powerlines
Yeen tryna get grind u just wasting time
He a rat I heard Dey made em sign between the lines
It’s a special kind of feeling when u go to winning
But u gotta keep grinding gotta stop chillin
Get to my mama bills what a nice feeling
We ain’t letttin up until We see dem damn millions
Bullets rickochet now they hop scotchin
Dey ain’t motivated so We know dey plotting
2 freak bitches got em hotboxin
All my friends are dead the shoebox is Dey coffin