Antiii - No Feels

Yeah
Yeah
Lets get it started
Aye
I can say
I can say fuck all my feelings but I’m not losing my touch
I tell lil baby to chill I’m bout as cool as they come
Not really into the social people be doing too much
Them hundreds be blue and they crippin' I make ‘em move with a crutch
I got a blunt full of runtz I hit it it’s packing a punch
Back in high school I was wildin' all in the back of the bus
In the cut getting sucked her mouth is a vacuum cleaner
You thinking that's dope but it's not boy you be cracking me up
I been that nigga round here that’s what I told my self
I don’t hit bitches no no unless it’s below the belt
They want a nigga to stop I wouldn’t hold my breath
Im screaming fuck the all off rest these niggas they overslept
On me
Time to wake up I hope you had a good night
I gotta family to feed I can’t go half on my price
I keep big bag on me I’m never traveling light
Balling I’m crossing 'em up I got the passion of Christ
I feel Quentin Tartin'
Step out I’m killing the scene
Yay
Woo
What the fuck you niggas mean
How you gonna eat with your bro when you know he spilling the beans
These niggas all in they feelings I like the to fill up my jeans
I can say fuck all my feelings but I’m not losing my touch
I tell lil baby to chill I’m bout as cool as they come
Not really into the social people be doing too much
Them hundreds be blue and they crippin' I make ‘em move with a crutch
I got a blunt full of runtz I hit it it’s packing a punch
Back in high school I was wildin' all in the back of the bus
In the cut getting sucked her mouth is a vacuum cleaner
You thinking that's dope but it's not boy you be cracking me up
A teacher ask me what I wanna be I said I wanna be rich
These broke niggas run out of options so they start runnin' they lips
She hop and ride on the stick I fell in love with a witch
Baby keep turning me on she going up on the switch
My homie told me to strap up, these pussies don’t want safe sex
You telling me that shit I know, like I won’t say yes
Tell me where you was at, back when I used to make less
Bussing a move everyday fucking up every paycheck
I can say fuck all my feelings but I’m not losing my touch
I tell lil baby to chill I’m bout as cool as they come
Not really into the social people be doing too much
Them hundreds be blue and they crippin' I make ‘em move with a crutch
I got a blunt full of runtz I hit it it’s packing a punch
Back in high school I was wildin' all in the back of the bus
In the cut getting sucked her mouth is a vacuum cleaner
You thinking that's dope but it's not boy you be cracking me up

Written by:
Donald Eames

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