Yeat – Feel it Lyrics

Feel it

Yeat

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"Feel it." - Yeat

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 04:47 am

Album: Alivë

Track No: 10

(Turn that shit up, 2)
(Maximum)
I feel it (I feel it, ack, ack, ack, ack)
I feel it (yeah), that they tried to steal my style from me (yeah, I feel it)
When that bitch, she taking a bag for me (yeah), I feel it
They ain't think that I was this wise
I ain't even reach my peak yet, I ain't even at the maximum
Yeah, I'm with my twizzy, yeah, my spiders, not tarantulas
I think that the Trackhawk wheels on fire, 'cause look how fast it was
Your lil' thotty threw that brain on me so good, I got her bachelors
Yeah, this shit is a new body, two hundred thousand, two hundred dash (skrrt)
Yes, like three hundred, three hundred, yeah, I got cash, got a bag full of cash
Say y'all outside, let me see somethin', see somethin', wish it out on digital dash
Just got the key card, yeah, to my new crib, this shit so big, shit so vast
Just hit the bank, there ain't shit in the envelope, bitch, they put racks in the bag
If you thinkin' you richer and smarter and stronger than me, then do what you said
You better not hit my phone, a year from now just forget what you said (blocked)
'Member I used to have nothing (who), so anything now I feel like the shit
I'm on to go the moon (go), I'm a goat emoji (bag)
Watch my brother pull up with it, he don't even have to load (bah, bah, bah)
Too many Oxy's in my brain right now, I feel unstoppable (yeah)
Why she call my phone so many damn times? You know that you blockable (hah; yeah, baby)
Burberry, Burberry, Burberry shoes
Bag, bag, I got Burberry, yeah
Yeah (yeah), I'ma stay on druggies (drugs, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain't a real junkie, I just got money
I get high every day, I swear to God, I work at NASA
Put me on that rocket ship, lil' bitch, you get some answers
This shit not rocket science, or maybe it is
Please don't waste my time, or you already know that I'm gone as a bitch
(Maximum)
I feel it (I feel it, ack, ack, ack, ack)
I feel it (yeah), that they tried to steal my style from me (yeah, I feel it)
When that bitch, she taking a bag for me (yeah), I feel it
They ain't think that I was this wise
I ain't even reach my peak yet, I ain't even at the maximum
Yeah, I'm with my twizzy, yeah, my spiders, not tarantulas
I think that the Trackhawk wheels on fire, 'cause look how fast it was
Your lil' thotty threw that brain on me so good, I got her bachelors

Writer(s): Noah Smith.

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