[Intro: P-LO]
Th-th-that's just how I feel
Oh-oh, oh
(DTB that shit slap)
Ayy, yeah

[Chorus: P-LO & ALLBLACK]
Ayy, ask about me, give the streets up
In the field, I could never give these streets up
Keep it on me, got at least one
Big bank, tell ya' little baby keep up (Yeah)
That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel (Yeah)
That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel

[Verse 1: ALLBLACK]
Had the limo to the coupe
Got that Taurus in my lap, and a sword on me too
Ridin' 'round like it's my last days
Only opps ALLBLACK got is the porks in blue
Menacin' methods, label me a lethal weapon
Make these n***as die, witnessin' breathless imperfections
I'm from Oakland, born with the drama
Kurt Cobain in my veins, PRA thе new Nirvana
Mixed with shottas, I ain't the typе to pray when shit get bad
I'm the type to go in beast mode, I show my ass
Now in shape, but I'll rearrange a n***a face
And make the bet before my life, I'll bullseye your ass
I don't do splits, don't do deals
I do not steal, bitch, I kill
Y'all in that house, I'm in that field
Fuck five-oh, RIP G. Floyd and Emmett Till
[Chorus: P-LO]
Ayy, ask about me, give the streets up
In the field, I could never give these streets up
Keep it on me, got at least one
Big bank, tell ya' little baby keep up
Ayy, that's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel

[Verse 2: ShooterGang Kony]
Put two thousand on a car, don't worry beat us
So much money I could leave the house, and not turn off the heater
You the type that wanna squabble with your big, but don't believe in smoke (Don't believe in smoke)
I keep a pole, she anemic, I'ma bleed the hoe
I hit his partner, he turned left, fasholy seen a ghost
All this beef I like it raw, you n***as need a roast
Hardest n***as from this coast, you n***as think we sellin' dope (Uh uh)
Crackers let us vote just to give our people hope
Aye, name one n***a workin' for the collars though
Throw up [?], make him turn the hydraulics on
[?] tell a spanish hoe geronimo
I keep a [?] I need the mazzi, then I'm out the door
Don't need a pole it, I'm the goat, my baby if it's manifested
This FN will turn your biggest n***a anorexic
I'ma blood my texts red on iMessage
Ain't even wanna shoot the n***a, he was in our section (Damn)
[Chorus: P-LO]
Ayy, ask about me, give the streets up
In the field, I could never give these streets up
Keep it on me, got at least one
Big bank, tell ya' little baby keep up
Ayy, that's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel