Gloccie Otto - Feeling Me, Pt. 2 Lyrics

No uh uh, No uh uh
No uh uh, No uh
No uh uh, Uh uh
No uh uh uh, Gang gang
Ive been through so much pain, why you don't call no more
You don't even check up on ya brothas ya only down to score
Put some shots up in his whip, and he put pedals to floors
And they like "Gloccie, What you doin?"
I let these bullets soar
And I know they on my head they tryna kill me
And I know you aint ever been up in the field B
Gotta play your cards right no we aint re-dealing B
Gotta message from my last shit, no you aint feeling me nah
**** in my lap when we go on a trip we goin clap him (Bang bang)
Yea you claim he your brother but we know you not goin back em (Gang gang)
Shit get grimey in the streets, I aint no regular rapper (Nah)
He said he smoking on my dead, so you know I hadda head tap em
Gloccie this, and Gloccie that all y'all not on shit
Y'all saying shit y'all never did, y'all never spin in a whip
They say "Gloccie im goin kill em"
Man y'all sound like a bitch
I done **** that pussy out now I got blood on my kicks
And if ya ever talking hot then we goin shoot at ya head
And if we hear you talking down we goin leave you for **** (Haha)
When I was lil, I aint listen
I aint hear what you said
And bitch Im all about my money, bitch im getting this bread
And I know that shit that happened, Bitch I been in the field
Been taking pain in since a jhit
I got some friends that got killed
And I know this lil **** goin leave em **** on his heels
And I told lil bro to slow down but he keep popping pills
Ive been through so much pain, why you don't call no more
You don't even check up on ya brothas ya only down to score
Put some shots up in his whip, and he put pedals to floors
And they like "Gloccie, What you doin?"
I let these bullets soar
And I know they on my head they tryna kill me
And I know you aint ever been up in the field B
Gotta play your cards right no we aint re-dealing B
Gotta message from my last shit, no you aint feeling me nah
Lil bitch I do the shit I want, you only do what you can
And we aint pulling up to fight, My choppa kick, Jackie Chan
All them bullets hit his skin that shit turn hot like a tan
And ya bitch she bang my music so I know she a fan
And I know his ass a goofy, I know he aint bring no weapons out
I told Brodie go and ****, I know brodie brought the FNs out
Talking on the net that's what have my gang be stepping out (What?)
Thats what have my gang be stepping out
This shit go on and on, Imma glo up and cop a Audemar
Fastest car, Pussy count ya days and draw the tally marks
I could take yo bitch and she goin fuck on me now
I got to deep in the streets and I don't know how to get out
I don't know how to get out (Nah)
Bitch im from the mud you aint feeling me now
Remember last year they was always counting me out
Now im going up, Im glowing up they proud of me now
Ive been through so much pain, why you don't call no more
You don't even check up on ya brothas ya only down to score
Put some shots up in his whip, and he put pedals to floors
And they like "Gloccie, What you doin?"
I let these bullets soar
And I know they on my head they tryna kill me
And I know you aint ever been up in the field B
Gotta play your cards right, no we aint re-dealing B
Gotta message from my last shit, no you aint feeling me nah
No nah nah, No nah nah
No
No
Uh uh mmh

No uh uh, No uh uh
No uh uh, No uh
No uh uh, Uh uh
No uh uh uh, Gang gang
Ive been through so much pain, why you don't call no more
You don't even check up on ya brothas ya only down to score
Put some shots up in his whip, and he put pedals to floors
And they like "Gloccie, What you doin?"
I let these bullets soar
And I know they on my head they tryna kill me
And I know you aint ever been up in the field B
Gotta play your cards right no we aint re-dealing B
Gotta message from my last shit, no you aint feeling me nah
**** in my lap when we go on a trip we goin clap him (Bang bang)
Yea you claim he your brother but we know you not goin back em (Gang gang)
Shit get grimey in the streets, I aint no regular rapper (Nah)
He said he smoking on my dead, so you know I hadda head tap em
Gloccie this, and Gloccie that all y'all not on shit
Y'all saying shit y'all never did, y'all never spin in a whip
They say "Gloccie im goin kill em"
Man y'all sound like a bitch
I done **** that pussy out now I got blood on my kicks
And if ya ever talking hot then we goin shoot at ya head
And if we hear you talking down we goin leave you for **** (Haha)
When I was lil, I aint listen
I aint hear what you said
And bitch Im all about my money, bitch im getting this bread
And I know that shit that happened, Bitch I been in the field
Been taking pain in since a jhit
I got some friends that got killed
And I know this lil **** goin leave em **** on his heels
And I told lil bro to slow down but he keep popping pills
Ive been through so much pain, why you don't call no more
You don't even check up on ya brothas ya only down to score
Put some shots up in his whip, and he put pedals to floors
And they like "Gloccie, What you doin?"
I let these bullets soar
And I know they on my head they tryna kill me
And I know you aint ever been up in the field B
Gotta play your cards right no we aint re-dealing B
Gotta message from my last shit, no you aint feeling me nah
Lil bitch I do the shit I want, you only do what you can
And we aint pulling up to fight, My choppa kick, Jackie Chan
All them bullets hit his skin that shit turn hot like a tan
And ya bitch she bang my music so I know she a fan
And I know his ass a goofy, I know he aint bring no weapons out
I told Brodie go and ****, I know brodie brought the FNs out
Talking on the net that's what have my gang be stepping out (What?)
Thats what have my gang be stepping out
This shit go on and on, Imma glo up and cop a Audemar
Fastest car, Pussy count ya days and draw the tally marks
I could take yo bitch and she goin fuck on me now
I got to deep in the streets and I don't know how to get out
I don't know how to get out (Nah)
Bitch im from the mud you aint feeling me now
Remember last year they was always counting me out
Now im going up, Im glowing up they proud of me now
Ive been through so much pain, why you don't call no more
You don't even check up on ya brothas ya only down to score
Put some shots up in his whip, and he put pedals to floors
And they like "Gloccie, What you doin?"
I let these bullets soar
And I know they on my head they tryna kill me
And I know you aint ever been up in the field B
Gotta play your cards right, no we aint re-dealing B
Gotta message from my last shit, no you aint feeling me nah
No nah nah, No nah nah
No
No
Uh uh mmh