IG: https://www.instagram.com/shadyfeeling/

SLIDE! (prod. Jdolla)

What You Here For? (prod. Miguelisaneko X Jos)

ROULETTE (prod. @luciidwtf X @jankaiprod)

ARMAGEDDON (prod. Pinkgrillz88)

MUSIC VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_FmGfpRoYQ&ab_channel=ShadyFeeling

INSTA: @ shadyfeeling

RACKS UP! (prod. UNOJORDAN + @TwonTwon + OLIVER EASTON) *MUSIC VIDEO IN DESC*

ALL TIME HIGH (prod. @1Brknglss + Glumboy)

IG: https://www.instagram.com/shadyfeeling/

Chorus:
Turn that shit up
You talk too much
Turn a bitch down 
She fuck too much
Getting rich
What my hobby is
Oh she want me
I had a hunch
Got em in lines
Cant tally
Couldn’t get high
They went and sunk
Ask if I’m high
I’m barely
Why that girl so 
Promiscuous 
Yea
Ain’t believe me
Ridiculous 
Saying she bad
She hideous
That be your hoe
You serious?
Counting my dough 
So tedious
Getting my bag
The easiest
Pockets on me
The heaviest
Pockets on you
Hilarious 

Verse:
Too sick
I’m a new variant
Hatchet on me
Cant bury it
Diamonds on me
Too radiant 
hitting too hard
They hating it
Pussy boy ain’t resilient 
Lift a hoe
No Brazilian 
They showing they colors
Like gradient
I space em all out
Like ambient
I know they doubting on me
They think it’s coming for free
Im heading up with my fleet
Too cold i had to reheat
Bad bitch got me on repeat
Might kick it with her no cleats
Need off whites on my feet
Might cop em like no receipt
Yea

Chorus:
Turn that shit up
You talk too much
Turn a bitch down 
She fuck too much
Getting rich
What my hobby is
Oh she want me
I had a hunch
Got em in lines
Cant tally
Couldn’t get high
They went and sunk
Ask if I’m high
I’m barely
Why that girl so 
Promiscuous 
Yea
Ain’t believe me
Ridiculous 
Saying she bad
She hideous
That be your hoe
You serious?
Counting my dough 
So tedious
Getting my bag
The easiest
Pockets on me
The heaviest
Pockets on you
Hilarious 
Yea

TOO MUCH (prod. AyeLavish)

Shit could prolly put her in a coma 😵‍💫

IG: https://www.instagram.com/shadyfeeling/

Chorus:
Bad bitch
Loving the aroma 
Shit could probably
Put her in coma
Say that she can’t wait
Till she get up in that rolla
She good with that brain
She need more than one Diploma
So what
Told her
Don’t you get too comfortable 
Up in that sofa
Only need her yesterday 
And I don’t need her closer
She gon give me top 
And then I swerve off in the roadster

Verse:
Do what I want
Get where you I wont
And its not even close
He gon make the league
By the way that he throws
Rising off the green
Couldnt see through the smoke
Leave a bitch on scene
She gon stay in the rows
Like we in a Lowes
Walking past
All these hoes
If I got the wheel
I cannot take it slow
She gon cause a chill
By the way that she blows

Bridge:
Say he in the field
Guess he scaring them crows
When it’s with my team
You know anything goes

Chorus:
Bad bitch
Loving the aroma 
Shit could probably
Put her in coma
Say that she can’t wait
Till she get up in that rolla
She good with that brain
She need more than one Diploma
So what
Told her
Don’t you get too comfortable 
Up in that sofa
Only need her yesterday 
And I don’t need her closer
She gon give me top 
And then I swerve off in the roadster

Verse:
Driving exotic
Off the exotic
If it aint money
Then I dont want it
Just being real yea
Just being honest
I need a bad hoe
When we all living lavish
When we all laughing
Till we waking up with chains like
what the fuck happen

Chorus:
Bad bitch
Loving the aroma 
Shit could probably
Put her in coma
Say that she can’t wait
Till she get up in that rolla
She good with that brain
She need more than one Diploma
So what
Told her
Don’t you get too comfortable 
Up in that sofa
Only need her yesterday 
And I don’t need her closer
She gon give me top 
And then I swerve off in the roadster

EXOTIC (prod. Shxrkz)

Chorus:
You know how it goes
Getting to my money
And it’s coming with some dome 
Why she acting funny
Tell her leave my ass alone
Calling me the great
When they see me up in Rome 
Aaaaaa
She just want a bone
Ima hit it later
Right now 
Im up in my zone
I might do some shit
That I could never go atone
I can’t keep em thoughts
Had to leave they ass at home 
Aaaaaa
Yea yea
Rolling round
Vision getting hazy
I can’t let a motherfucker
Play me
Windows down
Got em screaming Mayday
Lately
Haven’t felt like loving bitches
Lately
Talking way too much
She gotta pay me
Say she wanna fuck
It don’t amaze me

Verse:
Getting to my bag
Wasn’t feeling me
But now she gonna feel my Raf 
She been getting low
And she been causing up a draft
Bouta miss the wave
So now they tryna make a raft
You know they already reached they peak
They going sad
I ain’t even near my fucking peak
I know they mad
They ain’t got the fucking shit
I know they wish they had
Me I put my stacks together 
Bitch you do the math

Chorus:
You know how it goes
Getting to my money
And it’s coming with some dome 
Why she acting funny
Tell her leave my ass alone
Calling me the great
When they see me up in Rome 
Aaaaaa
She just want a bone
Ima hit it later
Right now 
Im up in my zone
I might do some shit
That I could never go atone
I can’t keep em thoughts
Had to leave they ass at home 
Aaaaaa
Yea yea
Rolling round
Vision getting hazy
I can’t let a motherfucker
Play me
Windows down
Got em screaming Mayday
Lately
Haven’t felt like loving bitches
Lately
Talking way too much
She gotta pay me
Say she wanna fuck
It don’t amaze me

ROME (@prod 3t X @slymonbeats)

IG: @SHADYFEELING

LYRICS:

Chorus:
You ain’t doing shit
Why you lying to yourself
You ain’t getting shit
Why you lying to yourself
Say we get no cash
Fucker speak for yourself
Barely getting sleep
Like it’s good for my health
Pockets full of Bs
Like they bool with the wealth
They be full of Zs
Get my cash with the stealth
Ima set her free
Divin in, Micheal Phelps 
I be off the leash
Icytwat, I see mills

Verse:
I see fake bitches
Looking through my rear view
Left some lames
All they getting is a rear view
Adding 0s
Make these bitches turn to H2
Hate the way you living
Shit, I don’t blame you
Nothing turns to money
Love gon turn to hate too
Keep on talking reckless
You gon meet your fate soon
Yo bitch like the money
All that for the whole crew
They were acting funny
Oh that be the old you

Loving how I move
Who she turn to?

Get your fucking bag
Who gon hold you?

Turn you to a gram
She gon roll too

Making history
Old faces, paper brand new

All that talk
Bout what they won’t do

Think they winning oscars 
Gotta stay true

Bitches come with offers 
Outta state too
Numbers running
Try to keep, they gon outplay you
AF1
Balling out, Might catch a damn flu
Don’t give a fuck
All I know is that my times due

Chorus:
You ain’t doing shit
Why you lying to yourself
You ain’t getting shit
Why you lying to yourself
Say we get no cash
Fucker speak for yourself
Barely getting sleep
Like it’s good for my health
Pockets full of Bs
Like they bool with the wealth
They be full of Zs
Get my cash with the stealth
Ima set her free
Divin in, Micheal Phelps 
I be off the leash
Icytwat, I see mills

FAKIN (prod. Teenslug)

**OUT ALL PLATS**

Chorus:
Tell me do these drugs 
fuck your mood up
We just getting started
This the boot up
Come and take a swim
Don’t be afraid of barracudas 
No way thats yo man
That bitch a loser
I went from the bottom
To the top
Without a tutor 
I feel like the modern
Ferris Bueller
Bitches want my time
They got their eyes up on this Muller
I just want them diamonds
Like a jeweler

Verse:
Shoutout Belly
Nothing better than the reup
Way I hit this mary Jane
You’d think I beat her
Feeling good
But I think this the sativa
Way too fucking high
Like DBZ, I kill that freezer
You can do all that you wanna
go and please her
Ima hit it from behind
And then release her
I could see my money coming
This a teaser 
Hit a bitch so good
She started shaking like a seizure
I been looking for myself
It’s nice to meet ya
I been waiting for my moment
On these bleachers
Preseason 
Made a killing like a reaper
Balling up like Wemby
Now these fuckers doing research 

Balling up like wemby
Now these fuckers so confused
Really got em scared
I’m bouta go and hit the news
Fucking with my gang
You might as go tie a noose

O-On my way to millis
Rolling up, my whip on cruise
Yea, Yea
I-Ima strike a fire 
To this paper 
like I’m Zeus

Chorus:
Tell me do these drugs 
fuck your mood up
We just getting started
This the boot up
Come and take a swim
Don’t be afraid of barracudas 
No way thats yo man
That bitch a loser
I went from the bottom
To the top
Without a tutor 
I feel like the modern
Ferris Bueller
Bitches want my time
They got their eyes up on this Muller
I just want them diamonds
Like a jeweler

BUELLER (prod. Prodwithflavor)

Chorus:
Don’t give a fuck 
About who be ahead
Woke up to cash
And immaculate head
Take me a smoke
While I’m chillin in bed
Don’t be surprised 
When I’m in it instead
I’m getting hungry
Just countin this bread
Wake tomorrow
And do it again
Getting bout everyone
Outta this pen
I’m getting everything
10 outta 10
I cannot wait 
till this episode ends
This a new season
Gon ball till I’m dead
I write the story
So fill it with lead
Start on the wrong foot
losing your leg
Feeling herself
While she playin the best
She tryna fuck
Baby give me a sec
I need this time 
Fore I jump off the edge

Verse:
I cannot stop
Baby call me obsessed 

I be on top
I can’t fuck with the rest
I make my day
When I get me a check
Don’t got no time
Can you tell me direct

Eyes on the road
Cannot cause me a wreck
Blinding you hoes
With these diamond baguettes 
All in they mouth
On her tongue 
That ain’t crest

This that new shit
That leave bitches impressed
This that new shit
Get yo shorty undressed
I’m on the loose
Bitches tryna arrest

Who the fuck else
In the motherfucking west
I’m in north cali
Just got me some neck
Movin too fast
Couldn’t tell where I went
Betting my life on this cash
Harvey dent
You cannot ball
talk yo shit from bench
I make a call
Put yo life on the fence
Fuck up the game
Like a motherfucking ref
Ridin around all this ice
Like a sled
I take yo main
Got her wet off the rev 
Blushing away
Paint the Culinan red
Song like a Eulogy
These fuckers dead
Stand on they grave
All this money I spread

I hope you staring at me
With regret
I hope you staring at me 
Like a threat 
I’m makin mills
While you settle for less 

Chorus:
Don’t give a fuck 
About who be ahead
Woke up to cash
And immaculate head
Take me a smoke
While I’m chillin in bed
Don’t be surprised 
When I’m in it instead
I’m getting hungry
Just countin this bread
Wake tomorrow
And do it again
Getting bout everyone
Outta this pen
I’m getting everything
10 outta 10
I cannot wait 
till this episode ends
This a new season
Gon ball till I’m dead
I write the story
So fill it with lead
Start on the wrong foot
losing your leg
Feeling herself
While she playin the best
She tryna fuck
Baby give me a sec
I need this time 
Fore I jump off the edge

10OUTTA10 (prod. Sil)

THE ONE THAT COULD (prod. Dubergg)

OUTTA POCKET (prod. Chopstick! X Sore4)

VERTIGO (prod. Chopstick! X Lint)

WAITING (prod. Teenslug X Yesok)

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/6NZ0jzlg7LcMOTjjvynsg9?si=4fa0a18457b14268

Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/standoff/1748820416?i=1748820417

Chorus:
Im smoking man, i hope it lasts till next week
Got it clapping man, I think I gave my best speech
The money talking for me so I can't speak
I'm on fire so these hoes tryna undress me

They say I'm looking like Mahomes, the way I run shit
I'm at a standoff with the cash, im bouta gun shit
I'm always putting in that work, you better punch in
and if your shorty want a piece she better run then

Verse:
Exhale the 'Gods Breath'
Took a really long step
had a run in with God
he said, "run to the check!"
I pull up to the set smoking cali, straight pressure
you aint got flavor, then you losing my respect

I'm seeing why these mfs call themselves Curry,
All the shit they "shooting" hitting nothing but the net
These fuckers fake as fuck!
I'll be pulling strings, I got my finger on the fret

Chorus:
Im smoking man, i hope it lasts till next week
Got it clapping man, I think I gave my best speech
The money talking for me so I can't speak
I'm on fire so these hoes tryna undress me

They say I'm looking like Mahomes, the way I run shit
I'm at a standoff with the cash, im bouta gun shit
I'm always putting in that work, you better punch in
and if your shorty want a piece she better run then

STANDOFF (prod. 40Hawk)

RAISINGHELL (prod. Lefun)

TUFFN UP (prod. @plugeelo)

LOADING (prod. Xviroxas)

FAL (prod. Yvng.once)

Uknow (prod. Jinchristt)

drop n roll (prod. Ksubi + Orljay)

nothin (prod. februxry)

Chorus:
I been on my shit
I was tryna call it quits 
but she still wants all of it
heres all of it
I was bouta drown in that bitch
man i swear i might fall in it
dissolve in it
bitch im bouta get on my check
damn right, im hoggin it,
straight ballin it
Do a hoe like the whole game
now her man a referee,
too focused on callin it
I been just moving through the west side,
cruisin on the best high,
thinking bout a cullinan 
I been speeding through the bay, bae
bumpin that 40 baby,
tell me when to go again

Verse:
I’m tryna see how this fucking biscotti bouta hit
in the motherfucking red eye
I’m getting way too comfortable chasing this cash,
lay with shawty on her bedside
I’m bouta make my way,
remember days 
i was spending my time by the med line
She tryna make me stay,
if life is a bitch, she came with her legs wide
Been on the road, old me Dead and Gone
I’m feeling like T.I.
Im with this bitch right now and she finna go down,
think she need another revive
She on some shit now
Wanting me to go all in,
this water only knee high
Testin that water,
Ima play in the sand,
with a crib by the seaside
Bitch do not play with me,
that’s like the Luka trade over again
Bitch do not trade on me,
if you trade on me,
trade you for your friend
Get me all the cash
im turn into lil xan
wont know how to spend
But this no lil xan
Give a fuck if im betrayed,
Ima run up them bands
Off them walls, like im rockin them vans
I drop them jaws like a Tommy
no Clancy
Walked right in,
i just took her whole glance,
I might take the bih 
cause im lovin her stance
Play with a hoe 
and I stay with a hoe
we aint playing no more
tryna take my whole pants
Paying more, cant pay for it
Im running up,
fucking up bands

Chorus:
I-I been on my shit
I was tryna call it quits 
but she still wants all of it
heres all of it
I was bouta drown in that bitch
man i swear i might fall in it
dissolve in it
bitch im bouta get on my check
damn right, im hoggin it,
straight ballin it
Do a hoe like the whole game
now her man a referee,
too focused on callin it
I been just moving through the west side,
cruisin on the best high,
thinking bout a cullinan 
I been speeding through the bay, bae
bumpin that 40 baby,
tell me when to go again
I-I been just moving through the west side,
cruisin on the best high,
thinking bout a cullinan 
I been speeding through the bay, bae
bumpin that 40 baby,
tell me when to go again

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