I Ain't Feelin' You - Cyraq

You ain’t really feelin' me and I ain’t feelin' you

Square business, you know what I’m sayin'

EBK shit, man, you know what I’m sayin'

You know how we comin', you know what I’m sayin'

You know what it is with us, you know what I’m sayin'

You know we gon' blow every time

We gon' shoot first or back

Niggas dyin'

You ain’t really feelin' me and I ain’t feelin' you

Walk down, stand over, then I’m killin' you

Try to wrestle, I’ma show you what this pistol do

Like a soda, pick him up, then I’m spillin' you

Who I’ma call when I’m down all the time?

I think about me dyin' while I frown all the time

I punch a nigga, I won’t let you creep up on my side

I put that on 300, if we meet up then you dyin'

Hit the crime scene, it’s a whole lotta' shells

Pull up on me with my Draco when I check the mail

Nigga swear he a demon, w gon' send em straight to Hell

I b on the block like a Lego

Give me everything, don’t say no

Do a drive by, get yo face blown

I was dressed up like a hobo, nigga case closed

Put a 50 on the Glock, I been steppin' on my opps

I’m startin' wide receiver, I be catchin' all my opps

I really want him gone, is you ready for the drop?

I’ma send a killa', nigga, you won’t make it to the cops

I’ma blow a nigga down, I ain’t tryna wait, I’ma smoke a nigga now

I won’t hesitate, I’ma give him 30 rounds

We was creepin' on they block, tryna' put em in the ground

This a Glock .19, no extended 5 pound

You ain’t grateful, I never really needed you

You always tryna' speak on how I treated you

Go fuck with that nigga opps, see what he will do

I already fucked so I completed you

You ain’t gotta worry bout me, all I gotta say

I won’t ever hit you up again, ina' million days

You get mad and hit up opps, I ain’t trust you anyways

Out the window, in that alley, me and Mozzy and Lil Tay

You ain’t really feelin' me and I ain’t feelin' you

Walk down, stand over, then I’m killin' you

Try to wrestle, I’ma show you what this pistol do

Like a soda, pick him up, then I’m spillin' you

Who I’ma call when I’m down all the time?

I think about me dyin' while I frown all the time

I punch a nigga, I won’t let you creep up on my side

I put that on 300, if we meet up then you dyin'

Meet up then you die, yuh

Bullets fly, yuh, everybody die, yuh

Bitch I’m EBK, nigga

Everybody die, yuh, yuh

Everybody cryin', yuh