Pop the Trunk

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Feelings hurt Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt Feelings hurt Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt Feelings hurt Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt Feelings hurt Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt Feelings hurt Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt Feelings hurt Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt It's gonna be a suicide goin' up against a army Niggas get the wrong idea like they can harm me The Ebony Capone, light and bless on the throne My blow out gleams in the sun like chrome Livin' off the hustle, blowin' my fuse Bouncin' in and out of airports in cocaine shoes The thug is on 'cause society failed me When I creep through the street, I take steps of death daily I never gave a fuck about shit and I don't slip 'Cause I was disciplined from the hip Or waistline, like G. Rap, I don't waste mine I'm paralyzin' punks, unloadin' nines on they spine As soon as they drop, I boogie up the block And count my C-notes with triple beam and D-note Now these is players that's never caught guessin' All out hustlers, pimps in their profession Y'all better know when you fuckin' with a pro It's a serious thing, duke, I gots to let you know You'll get your feelings hurt Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt Feelings hurt Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt Feelings hurt Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt Feelings hurt Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt Here come that big time nigga, the slickest crime figure A sick loose cannon, applyin' pressure on triggers You better not move a inch or flinch 'Cause you was poppin' mad shit, now let me see the bad shit Fuck around, you best be ready, you petty I make y'all motherfuckers hot as the Serengeti I be the baddest motherfucker on this mic piece Relentless lyricist, niggas hopin' that I might cease Or, slow down some I stimulate the mic like a tongue make a bitch cum Sippin' Moët, livin' life to the T Makin' licks for loochies simultaneously See mad niggas walk around with frowns I'm shuttin' 'em down like clowns A clean sweep when I creep on your clique Like the Grim Reap', I freaked your technique, rhymin' in my sleep Megadose and verbal venom combined I drop you six feet deep with lime, nigga You'll get your feelings hurt Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt Feelings hurt Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt Feelings hurt Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt Feelings hurt Try to react and get the motherfuckin' feelings hurt