"Feeling (Jay Critch Remix)" lyrics - POP SMOKE

[Intro:]
Traphouse Mob
Traphouse Mob
Uh, look

[Chorus:]
I got that sit 'em down feeling
Get up, can't sit around feeling
I got that drill 'em now feeling
Get up and drill 'em now feeling
Lightning, thunder, I got a drill 'em now feeling
Back out, brush 'em, no, I can't sit around feeling
I got that sit 'em down feeling
Get up, can't sit around feeling
I got that drill 'em now feeling
Get up and drill 'em now feeling
Lightning, thunder, I got a drill 'em now feeling
Back out, brush 'em, no, I can't sit around feeling

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
Lightning, thunder, put 'em under
Back out, brush 'em, I got that drill 'em now feeling
I got that cash out feeling, I got that touchdown feeling
I got that back out, get 'em, if you gon' run up with 'em
Big.38, hawk 'em, big Benz, ain't no walking
I ain't really with the talking, I got that drill 'em now feeling
I got that run 'em down feeling
I got that kill 'em now feeling
I make 'em spin around spinning
Know my gun get around, get 'em

[Chorus:]
I got that sit 'em down feeling
Get up, can't sit around feeling
I got that drill 'em now feeling
Get up and drill 'em now feeling
Lightning, thunder, I got a drill 'em now feeling
Back out, brush 'em, no, I can't sit around feeling
I got that sit 'em down feeling
Get up, can't sit around feeling
I got that drill 'em now feeling
Get up and drill 'em now feeling
Lightning, thunder, I got a drill 'em now feeling
Back out, brush 'em, no, I can't sit around feeling

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
All of my enemies they getting paper (Paper)
Them niggas slow or dumb or somethin
I've been on a mission (On a mission)
Palms itching nigga I got a feeling some money coming
Dirty boys, and we don't fuck with niggas
We ain't into the politics
Put this bitch on a flight
Now she my eater as soon as she touch down she swallowing
If it ain't money then I ain't talking (Talking)
Is that shit a joke?
Drop five bands Louis V my coat (My coat)
Been came in same color as goat
Been taking [?]
Oh the opp niggas never be flexing (Flexing)
'Cause them niggas broke
They talking crazy, thats brand new smoke (Brand new smoke)
Get my shooters some brand new scopes (Brand new scopes)
Don't knock your beef out your tacos
Fucking with her favorite Pop Smoke
Brody gonna pull up [?] bullets bigger than pot holes
[?] 30's [?] Tahoe
My niggas moving like [?]

[Outro:]
I got that sit 'em down feeling
Get up, can't sit around feeling
I got that drill 'em now feeling
Get up and drill 'em now feeling
Lightning, thunder, I got a drill 'em now feeling
Back out, brush 'em, no, I can't sit around feeling
This is a Melo beat
Mom, Moneyevery's making beats again