How I’m Feeling Lyrics – BAK Jay

[Intro]

Big BAK, uh, uh

Bulls*it

[Chorus]

Big BAK, like what the fu*k?

N!gga talking ’bout robbing me, n!gga robbing 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 bulls*it, I’m finna throw some True Religion on her ass (True Religion)

If you say it’s fu*k me, it’s fu*k you, that’s just how I’m feeling (That’s just how I’m feeling)

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 (??) was just driving too slow (Driving too slow)

I’m from the city where n!ggas gon hate, screaming fu*k all the opps, drop a five and a four (Drop a five and a four)

[Verse 1]

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)

N!ggas 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 s*it smacked

(??) you know the n!gga that shot your brother and still ain’t go get back (Still ain’t go get back)

This a (??) on my Glock, I don’t do regulars, that s*it wack (That s*it wack)

I’ma slide inside the Durango

He pulling up to the spot tryna look for his b!tch but not knowing that’s the gang ho (Not knowing that’s the gang ho, damn)

[Chorus]

Big BAK, like what the fu*k?

N!gga talking ’bout robbing me, n!gga robbing 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 bulls*it, I’m finna throw some True Religion on her ass (True Religion)

If you say it’s fu*k me, it’s fu*k you, that’s just how I’m feeling (That’s just how I’m feeling)

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 (??) was just driving too slow

I’m from the city where n!ggas gon hate, screaming fu*k all the opps, drop a five and a four (Drop a five and a four)

[Verse 2]

Ayy, I’m booted up, I’m going off hella drügs, that b!tch retarded

Catch me at the function, I’m outside (??), 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 talking ’bout out it)

Buying that b!tch some Gucci and Louis not knowing (??)

Plug say he need bows and s*it, take a trip out of town (Out of town)

(??) 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

[Outro]

Big BAK

Ayy, damn

Ayy, damn

Hmm, come on