Dry Gulch - Clayjay, nessly

Oh no, tell me how you feel

I thought we had a deal

I can feel the end is near

Oh no, oh

Instant panic, automatic

No sleep, I’m paranoid

Oh, tell me how you feel

Tell me how you feel

I got my niggas on the corner, like it’s time now

Spinal tap, rear end, blow her back out

Mardis Gras, shirt lift, bring them racks out

Like i got a fresh cut, no cap

Thousand dollar track pants, i don’t run track

She’s a nut sucker, blood sucker, Count Drac

Like i work at Ikea, i count racks

Find some purple, I’ma pour it until i black

She wanna fit in my schedule

She wanna live in my bedroom

That pussy drip, gotta reupholster the seats

If you let me fuck your girlfriend, I might just rap on your beats

I rock a red bottom sneaker, look like an upside down cleat

I don’t take no bitch to Nobu, but i let her eat raw meat

She trynna fineness a sleep, thousand thread count in my sheets

If he find out you with me, he 'gon scream like Meek

She sayin' she fell in love

I can’t believe

It’s three feet, not that deep

Know i made it out the mud, he could be just like me

I put you in a penthouse and and take you out the streets