How It Feel Lyrics – Bobby Fishscale

How It Feel Lyrics by Bobby Fishscale

How it feel, i say it feels great
I just hit a n#gg#, 32 for a plate
Yeah
They ask me how it feel, i say it feel great

I just hit a n#gg#, 32 for a plate
I was just in the county trying to trade a breakfast tray
Now i’m back in the trap making 10’s 28
They keep asking questions

They wanna know the way
You gotta wake up hit the trap everyday
I think i broke a record 9 days i ain’t bathe
I think i was 13 when i started selling yay

We did not have a porch so i didn’t jump off
You snort this dope then you gone get the runoff
I used to hangout when you couldn’t come out
You not gone shoot it then don’t pull your gun out

I get em gone but i still do not run out
She suckin my dick and she lickin hеr tongue out
I post up with junkies at night til the sun out
23 hour lockdown i couldn’t comе out

I do not have a deal i do this dolo
I pay for videos i pay for promo
f#ck you raw b#tch that’s a no-no
I play deaf on em like i am with soso

Doodoo brown dope i hit it with the coco
On the low we got the game in a chokehold
I used to cut up the dope with the ?
Soon as they hit it you know that they want more

I’m bout to go and get me some new ice
You wanna trap i put it in your life
I cut the dope but i do not need knife
Remember i used to get dope from a dyke

Burn auntie bread loaf then you gotta fight
You is a rat and your son is a mice
All of this cake no you can’t have a slice
How that’s your b#tch i put dick in her life

They wanna book me but i’m selling blocks
I like that fish but my dog f#ck with flock
Come to my trap b#tch you better not knock
I might f#ck round and think that you the cops

Revolver no handle it’s no need to c#ck
I know i’m crazy i’m feeling like pac
Water whip dope do not put it in salt
Water whip dope do not put it in salt

If you come on my block
They want powder they want flock
Auntie she’ll clean your house
She’ll sweep, she’ll mop

I’m from the o projects on the bottom not from the top
They sell weed on the top, on the bottom straight rock
I think i was 15 when ? got popped
I was rocking tall tees and tall tank tops

I’ll serve your #ss at the bank or the nail shop
I keep one in the head ain’t got time to c#ck
I ain’t got time to c#ck
I know you gone call the cops

I ain’t never trap outta crack or did flock
All our cereal came in a bag not a box
I did my whole elementary with mix matched socks
I really started at the bottom but now i can see the top

If you want that work, meet me in the trap like young chop
Ralo he a real trapper, so it’s still free the ?
I’m still on that county jail time wake up at 6 o’clock
n#gg#s praying on my downfall, hoping that i flop

But my plug get them off the boat, we be at the dock
I done made so much money in the trap i’m buying stocks
I done made so much money in the trap i can’t stop
When you really eatin they gone know it

On the microphone i’m a poet
I talk that trap sh#t cause i know it
If your trap doin numbers imma throw it
Show me how to grow grass imma grow it

$100 my landlord the lowest
They say you reap it you gone sow it
Reapin the benefits of being poorest
I’m from a place that i really suggest that you do not go

If you fight it out them crackers wanna send you federal
Them crackers beefin cause they know the whole city smoking dope
They made cause these jits keep coming through in them lambo’s
Lambo’s, a base and rental

It don’t matter we still in thm
Ain’t no stoppin we gone hit them
Threw 2 ounces went back get them
Went back got em seen who shot him

But i did not see who shot him
Went back got em seen who shot him
But i did not see who shot him
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Bobby Fishscale Lyrics – How It Feel

Bobby Fishscale

How It Feel