Vyaz - Fuck Your Feelings (feat. JuggStarr & Jhuncho) Lyrics

Vyaz on the beat, You know its laced

Ay, Its Jugg lil bitch and
You know I don't lack
Cause I keep that strap
Don't get caught without that
Run up on me you get hit with this gat
I get the bag and then I double back
I just keep it a stack
I ran to that money
I did it so fast
I just hit a lick I ain't even have no mask
Ran in his trap and took all of his stash
His bitch lick me I ain't even had to ask
If you run up you get turned to the past
My 40 gone blast
Finesse ya lil ass
Now he smoking grass
Said when he smoked it
Hit him on his ass
Lil niggas goofy
If you run up bitch you gone have to shoot me
Cause I might kill you
Like I kill ya bitch pussy
You know she a groupie
I'm Timmy she Trudy
I'm feeling her booty
Got hella bitches they tryna screw me
Riding in Rovers you riding in hoochies

I just smoked a pack and it smelling so fruity
I just started smoking I'm feeling so lonely
Tryna get to the gold like a motherf*ckin goony
I get the bag and then flip it
I aint no chicken
I'm gonna shoot em
You know I ain't missing
You get to shooting and you get to bricking
I'm smoking weed and she off penicillin
I don't really give a f*ck bout your feelings

I don't really give a f*ck bout your feelings
Bitch, I don't really give a f*ck bout your feelings

I beat up the pot then I feed the block
We serving them J's said they "need a rock"
You say you need the pounds better have the guap
Cause if he bussing with Jugg then I bust his top
My niggas cruising yea it's hard to tame em
We came from the bottom yea from the basement
Serving 24/7 slept in the vacant
We ain't had no shoes you would think we Haitians
Give me beat bitch I need the bass
Vyaz on this beat so you know it's laced
Not a average bitch
Know I'm stupid great
Had to hit up his man
For that boy mistake
He get put in the trash and thrown in the lake
How he got put in the past you thought he was fake
He get smoked like a cart now I need a vape
When you open the truck you smell pounds of stank
Send him to the sky cause he need a blessing
Call me young huncho black
How a nigga teccin
Know I keep a 30 bitch don't call me Stephen
I be in the kitchen I do not be chef in
Know I pull up in f*cking Audi solo
Niggas banging red
Bitches screaming rojo
Got that gas in and it's for the low though
We be trappin but you wouldn't know though

Bro on the right send you up to the sky
I keep it a hundred you living a lie
You thinking you run it
You run to your guys
You know that I do this, still actin surprised ?
You know I been trapping I don't give a f*ck
I get me some commas I'm counting em up
I get me a hundred I split it with Dubzz
You thinking you run it get burnt like the sun
And
I got this backwoods I'm rolling it up
High to the ceiling I can't feel the rug
This 30 a kick its a perky no gun
I keep me a stack and a bitch and some bud
And I keep me some racks case I go on the run
If you turn to a rat then you facing that drum
Watch you drop to the floor like a stripper for ones
Never knocking a hustle Stack up the funds
Keep flexing that muscle I been on that new shit
All bout the hustle keep making that music
Fake friends I don't trust em they been acting ruthless
A knife in my back all they got is excuses
So I double back and left them with that fool shit
And I do not lack and you walk around clueless
I do not cap when I'm talking this true shit
I keep a pack ima smack when I'm through this
Bitch

302 Boyz up On God
Man, Vyaz made this beat. Turn Up