Текст песни FEEL IT! - Baby Polo

Uh, Uh, Uh
Think I feel it
No shit I been hot for a minute
Hurricanes, how a nigga spinning
Can't talk fake if I'm one of the realest
How I lost if I'm always winning
Red dot, Drake got him in his feelings
Head hot, blow his face till he chillin
RIP to the dead wish they was living
Got me saying like "what's his name?"
We'll leave his head popped
Fuck the fame
Leave his top bleeding when that led pop
Headshot, turned into a dead opp
He survived leave him feeling shell shocked
Red tops, brain damaged, head rocked
If he played, hallows hit his head top
Best chop, leave him wit a dead pop
BITCH!
No yoga but we leave em stretched
Just like the rest
Water park, how he getting wet
Brains on the floor, what an awful death
Perky got me higher than a jet
When I shoot hitting nothing but net
Aim bot, bullets hit right in his head
Don't believe me ask him but he dead
Wanna find out, shi just say that instead
Don't make assumptions
Know how we bumming
Post up on the block like I'm Drummond
Told me pull up and it's up know coming
Leave his face hallow like a Funyun
If he want the smoke, knock his head off his shoulder no low blow
Every time that I send him the low, he a no show
Think I feel it
No shit I been hot for a minute
Hurricanes, how a nigga spinning
Can't talk fake if I'm one of the realest
How I lost if I'm always winning
Red dot, Drake got him in his feelings
Head hot, blow his face till he chillin
RIP to the dead wish they was living
Think I feel it
No shit I been hot for a minute
Hurricanes, how a nigga spinning
Can't talk fake if I'm one of the realest
How I lost if I'm always winning
Red dot, Drake got him in his feelings
Head hot, blow his face till he chillin
RIP to the dead wish they was living
Got me saying like "what's his name?"
We'll leave his head popped
Fuck the fame
Leave his top bleeding when that led pop
Headshot, turned into a dead opp
He survived leave him feeling shell shocked
Red tops, brain damaged, head rocked
If he played, hallows hit his head top
Best chop, leave him wit a dead pop
BITCH!
Think I feel it
No shit I been hot for a minute
Hurricanes, how a nigga spinning
Can't talk fake if I'm one of the realest
How I lost if I'm always winning
Red dot, Drake got him in his feelings
Head hot, blow his face till he chillin
RIP to the dead wish they was living
Got me saying like "what's his name?"
We'll leave his head popped
Fuck the fame
Leave his top bleeding when that led pop
Headshot, turned into a dead opp
He survived leave him feeling shell shocked
Red tops, brain damaged, head rocked
If he played, hallows hit his head top
Best chop, leave him wit a dead pop
BITCH!