Hyndu - I Feel You lyrics

(verse 1) (yeah) Yo mister touchback, summer runner Make your peoples plus your girl and your moma wonder Snakes is out here, most of them will take it under Destination won’t wait till the hell thunder I brang these cannons, to bust at, no bust back So now they only bring the heat and imma touch that I want them green notes So set it out when we flows I make ‘em bring {ghost} To blow you out your scene tough Ya’ll ni**as see no plots and plans sh*t get divides by mans First {gale} in retrospect, equipping ni**as to scam My fam double in ninety-seven, miss your {beachy-bands?} Put a drop on ni**as while i’m shaking they hand fu*k grams partner, separate that stash in half Or feel this bloodbath Going through this science and math I came to find out all that plush sh*t you talk was trash Streets don’t respect your ass, that’s why i laugh Ready to stash see-through cheddah the dash Jeff will speed up, chip in the joint Rip the seed up, snatch the heat up {before i’m done?} crack the mac-milli For insurance, jack smack em all fu*ker’s silly, like oh really? From extortion to all them red-hot Wheel-of-fortune ni**as, it cost you ni**as One-point-five lying on them boston ni**as My crew exorts triggers, hot-scorch you ni**as And while you false ni**as fu*k forty, speed out, always let the heat out Whenever weed out And as the president i lead the sheet out When bustin’ off So every time the ball bounce, pussy i’m fu*king yours (hook) ni**a, i feel you Imma put this blood in your mug ni**a you see-through Fist to cough, raise to the jug This is a preview Salt-water sprinkle they mug ni**a the evil Take money show me no love (verse 2) I went from first gage, first stage First day and age to my birthday Wild out in ten ways, still i’m thirsty Running with holsters for a-ks The first way: run up in your barn, snatch the hay Nothing’s wrong with me But playa it’s gon’ be, like a anniversary Once your cheddah’s calling me So i hit your ground {willy-mac?} style, you with the g Saying: fu*k what you told your fam, playa talk to me {your xyz fare, my quarter to freeze air?} Build with atomic gases and all the grease there Some climb stairs, doing blind That sh*t was rare and i peek the flicking from his lighter and his wheel chair So if hin said daddy all them ni**as disappear Punchline after punchline taking ‘em near Pull out resources, running on top-gunners and bosses On the strength they don’t want no problems with these horses Once i get in ya, feel that battle-cat-cringer Flow like virginia, {help me back what’s on the ninja?} Ready to injure, with no doubt my shirt is {squirt?} out Put the word out to ni**as: bring your bloody shirt out You heard out, chumps: double or nothing Hitman establish something, motherfu*kers just be fronting Talking tough and never meaning nothing at all I’m quicker with the draw, then line these {herbs?} against the wall (bridge) Cat i feel you Blood is spilled through ni**as continue All these stunting and fronting These peoples gon’ kill you The real two No bullsh*t to {hail?} you Here to derail you, my mans is ill, too Plus i tell you, i pray to god ya’ll won’t be testing mine Run with {gun?} information at those signs, put in rewind The illest thoughts, the illest designs, based on crime Criminals with criminal minds Let’s lace this cabbage With the wicked rhymes, style {grabbing?} Then build with forty disciples like abbot (sh*t) I got this plan, {slid?} through my man Who put ni**as under the sand fu*king with the scam, champ Ya’ll su*ker style ni**as, who you with? I touch bricks and pump that biggie smalls sh*t Wall-to-wall b*tches, i’m touching ‘em thong chicks My family is {prone?} thick, ya’ll cats be on dicks You call it, think we neutralizing? go for it! Them {predict get cutting?}-ni**as, my sons you go to war with As soon as the dose kicks, the flow hits (sh*t, like this, like this) (hook 1x – with first line varied) Cat, i feel you Imma put this blood in your mug ni**a you see-through Fist to cough, raise to the jug This is a preview Salt-water sprinkle they mug ni**a the evil Take money show me no love (regular hook 3x) ni**a, i feel you Imma put this blood in your mug ni**a you see-through Fist to cough, raise to the jug This is a preview Salt-water sprinkle they mug ni**a the evil Take money show me no love