Feelin Like Stuckett

By Li 9

On Hood Loner

Released on July 16, 2020

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[Intro]

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that probably Tago)

Mm, I fuck with this one

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(Yung Lando go-go crazy )

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(Get it how you live)

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(Just ask for it)

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[Verse]

Through the night in all black windows tinted up

Collect call from my dawg, say "You made my theme song and you poppin' yo' shit, nigga live it up"

If they fumble the play, spin the block wit' the K, double back just to make sure they pick it up

Put that stick to his face, if you play then you lay, you gon' give up yo' life or gon' give it up

Look 'em dead in his eye, ain't no fear in us

Diamonds glist from my neck, to my wrist, to my chest, to my bitch, niggas know I ain't tucking none

And I’m sick as a bitch, I been socially distant, ain't none of these fuck niggas touchin' us

Ridin' 'round wit' two clips on my left and right hip, get 'em off if a fuck nigga bust at us

BEO got my back then I got his front

Turn a two to a four, watch it double up

Thug it out on my own 'fore I need 'em

Lifе been hard but I get through that shit like a beatlе

I’m addicted to this like it came out a needle

Treat this rap like the trap, it’s gon' jump off the meter

I'ma let a bitch go' fore I beat her

If that bitch picking sides, ain't no need for the keeper

We done and that's fine, I been knew that you’d leave me

They gon' do you like grime, ain't no need tryna treat her

Tell lil' bro it’s a go, he gon' blow the strap

Throwin' fours wit' a pole sittin' in his lap

All this shit perfect timing, I made it wit' rhyming

Puttin' his life on a pad put 'em on the map

Put his face on the news, I say "Roger that"

Spray at err'thang you see move, I say "Copy that"

They ain't feelin' yo' lines 'cause they know they cap

Spent some racks on some slugs where them Zoe’s be at

Had that lil' nigga still feeling like fuck it, I’m clutchin', no duckin', I catch me a opp he a bucket

Told them niggas I'm feelin' like stuckett

That bitch that you lovin', I bet you ain't know that I’m fuckin'

Sendin' shots through his skully, I’m upping no question, I’m bussin' tryna put a few holes in his dougie

I'm paranoid from the fact it’s been rugged, it’s hard to discuss it, might flash if someone say they love me

If we end then you back to them bitches, I’m different, I’m back in the trenches still findin' myself

Lately I catch myself wishin' that shit could be different, ain't doin' nothin' but reminding myself

I'm mixing these Actavis pills wit' this Oxycodone, like it ain't compromising my health

I been givin' my all, ain't got too much left

Prolly won’t hear from you 'til you hear bout my death


[Outro]

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