How I’m Feeling Lyrics – BAK Jay

Lyrics of How I’m Feeling by BAK Jay

Oi, Bam

Don’t We Do It Big

And We Iced Like A Fool,

‘Cause We Gets It In

Tell ’em, Wham, Bam

Don’t Wish

We Right Here Cooking

And We Know The Fu*king Rich

Bullshit

Big Bak, Like What The Fu*k?

Nigga Talkin’ ’bout Robbin’ Me, Nigga Robbin’ Who?

Better Know This Fully Tucked (This Fully Tucked, B!tch)

My B!tch So Bad, She Say That Lulu Trash

Like, Fu*k All The Bullshit,

I’m Finna Throw Some True Religion On Her A*s (True Religion)

If You Say It’s Fu*k Me, It’s Fu*k You,

That’s Just How I’m Feelin’ (That’s Just How I’m Feelin’)

I’d Rather Tuck Your Ice ’cause That’s What I Like

When I Turn To The Gremlin (Don’t Get Me Started)

We Could’ve Got Away But Lil’ Sil Was Just Drivin’ Too Slow (Drivin’ Too Slow)

I’m From The City Where Niggas Gon Hate,

Screamin’ Fu*k All The Opps, Drop A Five And A Four

(Drop A Five And A Four)

Go To The Back, Should’ve Locked That Door

Off The Drank, This My Third Cup In One Day,

Still Want Some More

(Third Cup In One Day, Want Some More)

On The Papers But Ain’t No Goofy,

Still Surrounded With The Pole (Blrrd, Blrrd)

Niggas Say They Was Solid, Told (Told)

Tryna Get High, Tell Twin Roll

Anything Get Took From Me,

I Know The Next Tryna Take A Soul (Tryna Take A Soul)

Tryna Get Shit Smacked

I Heard You Know The Nigga That Shot Your Brother

And Still Ain’t Go Get Back (Still Ain’t Go Get Back)

This A Chris Back On My Glock, I Don’t Do Regulars,

That Shit Wack (That Shit Wack)

I’ma Slide Inside The Durango

He Pullin’ Up To The Spot Tryna Look For His B!tch

But Not Knowin’ That’s The Gang Ho

(Not Knowin’ That’s The Gang Ho, Damn)

Big Bak, Like What The Fu*k?

Nigga Talkin’ ’bout Robbin’ Me, Nigga Robbin’

Who? Better Know This Fully Tucked (This Fully Tucked, B!tch)

My B!tch So Bad, She Say That Lulu Trash

Like, Fu*k All The Bullshit,

I’m Finna Throw Some True Religion On Her A*s (True Religion)

If You Say It’s Fu*k Me, It’s Fu*k You,

That’s Just How I’m Feelin’ (That’s Just How I’m Feelin’)

I’d Rather Tuck Your Ice ’cause That’s What I Like

When I Turn To The Gremlin (Don’t Get Me Started)

We Could’ve Got Away But Lil’ Sil Was Just Drivin’ Too Slow

I’m From The City Where Niggas Gon Hate,

Screamin’ Fu*k All The Opps, Drop A Five And A Four

(Drop A Five And A Four)

Ayy, I’m Booted Up, I’m Goin’ Off Hella Drugs, That B!tch Retarded

Catch Me At The Function, I’m Outside Skied Up,

Don’t Do No Party (Don’t Do No Party)

Oh, She Gon’ Think I Don’t Know,

I’ma Hit It All Night And By The Morning Out The Door

(I’m Talkin’ ’bout Out It)

Buyin’ That B!tch Some Gucci And Louis

Not Knowin’ That H*e Get Around

Plug Say He Need Bows And Shit,

Take A Trip Out Of Town (Out Of Town)

Aye, He Just Jump In,

I Don’t Know No Better (Don’t Know No Better)

I Spent Like Ten Racks On Sweaters

Next Trip, Catch Me At Coachella

Boy, You Soft Just Like A Feather

Big Bak

Ayy, Damn

Ayy, Damn

Hmm, Come On