Bob Waist - Howyoufeel? Lyrics

Mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm, mhm
I really be trippin'
Only briefly, prolly wrong decision
Can't be mad if it's my fault
Only it's not my fault and I'm winnin'
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel?
15 and I ran up on a mill
About to be 16 and run the field
I'll be 16 and I'm tryna get a mill
Tryna be 21 with a million dollars
Like praise the Lord, hallelujah, holla, holla
Don't even know what I said there, I just said it
I'm really ballin', really ballin', you don't get it
That boy so lame
I can't believe you left me for a goofy lame
That boy so lame and he won't ever be me, babe
That boy so lame, he wear the same shit everyday
Think I just found myself, but girl, I stayed the same
I can't believe you left me for a goofy lame
Like how you feelin', how you feelin', how are you babe?
I can't believe you left me for a goofy lame
Yeah, he broke and he ain't get no guap, you know
Yeah, he say he in the trap but cook with dough
And not the dough like dough, yeah, you know
I'm talkin' dough, like Pizza, gotta go, ay, ay
Trash ass Soundcloud rappers in my mentions
He said that he hates me but he's all up on my dick, still
How the f*ck you signed a deal and you ain't doin' shit, still?
Better watch your tone with me, boy, I might have to get you killed
Ay, I'm talkin' big, big, rough, ay, I'm not that big, big, tuff, ay
But push me and I'll do it, got a lot to lose but I'm willin' to lose it
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel?
15 and I'm runnin' up a mill
Tryna be 16 and kick the pills
Know you're mad I'm gettin' rich, f*ck how you feel
Tryna be 21 with a million dollars
Like praise the Lord, hallelujah, holla, holla
Don't know what I said, I just said it, yeah, you know
I'm ballin', I'm ballin', yeah, you should have known
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah