Got Out My Feelings

Lord, forgive me for my sins, cause I been sinning I'm still thankful for them wins, cause I been winning I took a L and bounced right back, got out my feelings (You said what?) (Damn Ky!) 26K nigga I-I-I, pop a erc, turn to a gremlin I-I-I should've put him on a shirt for all that dissin' We 7 deep with ARPs and SRTs, we tryna spin shit The chop gon' hit him, split him in half like it's division Amiri shirt, it match the denim He sent his lo, we on his block less than a minute It's on the floor, we sendin' shots, he tried to run, the bullets tripped him Sent his ass up to Jesus Christ, ain't no more livin' Oh, he thinkin' shit sweet That nigga tried to run, this bitch gon' make him take a seat O-O-Oh, he ridin' Trackhawk, gon' take the motor up out his Jeep These niggas really soft, only act hard when they be tweetin' I hit the gas in the wide body, this bitch screamin I-I-I'm pouring lines inside my pop, shit got me leanin' This nigga said he got my drop, he must be dreamin Police please get behind me, I press one button, I bet I leave him Niggas got on Off-White from last year, this that new season I was in Saks too much, I had to take a trip to Neimans This chop gon' really sting a nigga, I think this bitch was made by Kia We got Glocks with red dots, we head tap, ain't no more breathin Lord, forgive me for my sins, cause I been sinning I'm still thankful for them wins, cause I been winning I took a L and bounced right back, got out my feelings My niggas ridin' around with blicks they tryna My niggas ridin' with no mask, they really trippin I put my niggas on your ass, you gon' get finished I cut the traction in this bitch, I'm finna spin it This nigga tried to set me up with a bitch and he got blitzed, nigga I-I-I pop a erc, turn to a Gremlin I-I-I should've put him on a shirt for all that dissin We seven deep with ARPs and SRTs, we tryna spin shit This chop gon' hit him, split him in half like it's division Amiri shirt, it match the denim He sent his lo, we on his block less than a minute It's on the floor, we sendin' shots, he tried to run, the bullets tripped him Sent his ass up to Jesus Christ, ain't no more livin'