Lyrics That Feelin - Edot Babyy

Ayo, Tino, you bodied this
(Yeah, gang, gang, gang)
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, bop)
(Grrah, grrah, gang, gang)
(You know that shit, pussy)

I get that feelin' when I'm 'bout to up (when I'm 'bout to up)
I don't do the 'net, I just keep it tucked (I just keep it tucked)
Got a baddie, she be showin' love (she be showin' love)
Every time I link, she be tryna vibe (she be tryna vibe)

Feel like Lilo, bitch, I got the stitch
One false move then you get hit (then you get, grrah)
Oh, he tried to run but I empty that bitch (grrah, grrah)
I dare a nigga yell, "Don't run, don't trip" (don't do that shit)

They know what I do, what I got to prove?
Three opps just diеd, they dyin' for views
Spot 'em, I got 'еm, I be quick to lose it
On the gang, I forget I do music (grrah, bop)

Like, on the gang, I forget I do music (on the gang, I forget I do music)
She wanna fuck so I'ma abuse it
Off the Migos, you know that I'm toolied (you know that I'm toolied)
Glock got a beam, I'm ready to outie (I'm ready to)

Shoot with precision whenever I'm boomin' (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
They be like, "Dotty, boy, you gotta cool it" (gotta cool it)
Why? "'Cause you too tough" (nah)
Nah, don't get boomed up (don't get boomed up)
Act stupid, move like a pool party (nigga, you, grrah)
Nigga, you shamy, I been real, you feel my energy (you feel my energy)

Since 12, I ain't had no sympathy (I ain't had no sympathy)
Can't die, walk with a felony, like (walk with a felony)
Who want war with the gang? (Facts) nobody (and that's on gang)
I send a shot (grrah), uh, I dare a pussy nigga try me (grrah, grrah, grrah, bop)
I send a-, I dare a pussy nigga try me, like (fah)

I get that feelin' when I'm 'bout to up (when I'm 'bout to up)
I don't do the 'net, I just keep it tucked (I just keep it tucked)
Got a baddie, she be showin' love (she be showin' love)
Every time I link, she be tryna vibe (she be tryna vibe)

Feel like Lilo, bitch, I got the stitch
One false move then you get hit (then you get, grrah)
Oh, he tried to run but I empty that bitch (grrah, grrah)
I dare a nigga yell, "Don't run, don't trip" (grrah)

I'ma get him (get him)
Four cars, yeah, gang gon' blitz him (gang gon' blitz him)
Spinnin' blocks every day like a fidget
I'm a good shooter, I don't miss it (grrah, grrah, bop)

I been feenin' just to a nigga spin
Call bro, he down for the hit (boaw)
You okay? Why you lookin' at me?
If it's beef, call up roasted clout (grrah, grrah, bop)

(Gang, gang, gang, nigga)
(Know what the fuck goin' on)