[Intro]
(Ayy, LayZ, what's up?)
(Ayo, Pluto, you goin' brazy)
Ayy

[Chorus]
Sometimes I get in my feelings
Sometimes I feel like I'm trippin'
Get away from me, that's like social distance
Fuck relations, I don't do good with feelings

[Verse]
Fuck 12, fuck the police
Got a brand new stick, got a bad lil' bitch ridin' 'round in the front seat
If I up with the stick, I'ma shoot 'til it click, these n***as don't know me
I ain't never have shit, I was down on my dick posted up on the front street
Posted up on the front street tryna get a backend (Uh)
My brother with me and he got the packs in
Somethin' like a band, how them choppers get to clappin'
I be in the trap, I ain't really with the rappin'
Somеthin' like a band, on your street, we be marchin'
I'm with thе gang, not a regular artist
I got the stick in the mall while I'm shoppin'
Try to rob, I'ma hit like I play for the Dodgers
This shit a hobby
Got these racks all in my pocket, these bitches, they be steady jockin'
I ain't have an option
I really come from the street, I was trappin' in Deerwood Apartments
This shit turned me heartless
If you lay down with the fleas, then your ass can get up like a dog
I was sleep on the carpet
All of that cap in your rap, boy, you need to stop with all the flodgin'
All of that fakin'
Thirty shots on the Glock, I let it blow
I come from the trenches, I was sleep on the floor
I was fourteen when I lost big bro
Bad-ass jit posted up at the store
Bad-ass jit servin' narcotics
Got a new stolo, this bitch here a big body
Disrespect gang, the whole 4, they gon' hit 'bout it
Better know that I never lack, I keep the stick 'round me
[Chorus]
Sometimes I get in my feelings
Sometimes I feel like I'm trippin'
Get away from me, that's like social distance
Fuck relations, I don't do good with feelings