CJ Da Goat - How I'm Feeling (feat. Dio)

See I got da racks in da middle
See I got da racks in da middle
The bullets uh fly they won’t miss ya
My shooters pull up wit da pistols
See I got da racks in da middle
Tell my goons to attack they go get em
The bullets uh fly they won’t miss ya
My shooters pull up wit da pistols
(Ayeee) I got da pack and I ship em
Hit ya bitch from da back yea I kill ha
And I like to go ape go gorilla
Glock on my hip I’ll kill ya
That be my woadie he stay outta pocket
He just pull up wit a rocket
Look how we move ain’t no talkin
Dab n we lock it
He got the gas n we spark it
Big body my bitch
All black my Benz
We stay locked in
Free dawgs out pen
See I’m just a nigga from ripley my nigga
Gotta be strapped can’t loaf in my city
Put dick in ya hoe I’m the goat do ya feel me
Took flight ran it up I’m afloat wit some benjis
I’m high n I’m fly I’m dope ima chemist
Nigga say he want smoke this shit fuck up his kidneys
I’m driving the boat u want smoke you can get it
Don’t gotta ask I’m cold I’m the illest
I just been tryna get the check right
Live it up run it up before the next life
All I really wanna do is just catch flights
Roll up get lit yea jet life
Bitch act up know she get left right
Fuck a Rollie bitch I’m tryna join Patek life
Secure da bag u know a young nigga gone flex right
Run it up keep my foot on they neck right
But I just been riding thru the city my nigga
Ya bitch say I’m shy cause I ride wit my glizzy
Remember them days they wasn’t tryna fuck wit me
Still stuck in my ways I’m just paid now they feel me
Securing da bag let it stack to the ceiling
They riding the wave but they ain’t getting a penny
Hit her from the back and I’m squeezing ha titties
My glock is a dick cause it come wit 2 50’s
See I got da racks in da middle
Tell my goons to attack they go get em
Tha bullets a fly they won’t miss ya
My shooters pull up wit da pistols (Ayeee)
I got da pack n I ship em
Hit ya bitch from da back yea I kill ha
I like to go ape go gorilla
Glock on my hip I’ll kill ya
That be my woadie he stay outta pocket
He just pull up wit a rocket
Look how we move ain no talkin
Dab n we lock it
He got the gas n we spark it
Big body my bitch (Yea)
All black my Benz (Yea)
We stay locked in
Free dawgs out pen
Boy I been started this shit
Wit Tony Tiwan we was locked in this bitch
Them days skipping class we was off of the shits
And bitch I got class got it locked in my wrist
Look at how we finesse bitch
10 to 100 we reckless
24k on my necklace
Never will u catch me tecless
I’m out here chasing millions
Ain’t wit relations or feelings
I’m out here wheeling n dealing
Nigga play the he a victim
We got white like it’s Christmas
I’m making plays they blitzing
Real shooters ain’t missing
He play he won’t see Christmas
Beam on the Glock how I’m feeling
Slide on the Opps how I’m feeling
Niggas playing wit da guap
Get put in a box how I’m feeling
On the way to the top
I can not stop how I’m feeling
I just copped me a Glock
I know that’s it’s hot
Ima kill him
See I got da racks in da middle
Tell my goons to attack they go get em
They bullets uh fly they won’t miss ya my shooters pull up wit da pistols (Aye)
I got da pack n I ship em
Hit ya bitch from the back yea I kill ha
I like to go ape go gorilla
Glock on my hip I’ll kill ya
That be my woadie he stay outta pocket
He just pull up wit a rocket
Look how we move ain’t no talking dab n we lock it
He got the gas n we spark it
Big body my bitch (Yea)
All black my Benz (Yea)
We stay locked in
Free dawgs out pen
Look at how we finesse bitch
10 to 100 we reckless
24k on my necklace
Never will u catch me tecless
Look at how we finesse bitch
10 to 100 we reckless
24k on my necklace
Never will you catch me tecless

Written by:
Courtland Bonner Jr, Dionnys Rodriguez

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