[Intro]
They wrote me off, I ain't write back though
That's the problem. I ain't write back, let's go

[Chorus: Valee]
Yeah, yeah
How the hell am I supposed to feel about that? (Yeah)
How the hell am I supposed to feel about that? (Yeah)
How the hell am I supposed to feel about that?
How the hell am I supposed to feel about that?
(La musica de Harry Fraud)

[Verse 1: Valee]
Two double cuppin' me, yeah, I be feelin' like that, yeah
Hellcat need another hundred worth of gas, finna fill up n***a, I be right back (Yeah)
And this exotic, I'm finna light that, it be soundin' like, "Where the mic at?"
We hit Prada, don't know what I might get, bad bitch like, "What do I get?"
Twenty grand gone and I don't know nothin', but I do know I like neck (Like neck)
Bitch want a bag and I'm yellin', "Not yet"
Give me top first, I don't like yet, not yet
Give me cat in a red Hellcat
I get lap when I'm landin', yep, sound like yep, yippie, yep
It's a sweet Aromatic, yeah

[Chorus: Valee & 03 Greedo]
Yeah, yeah
How the hell am I supposed to feel about that? (Yeah, yeah)
How the hell am I supposed to feel about that? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
How the hell am I supposed to feel about that? (03)
How the hell am I supposed to feel about that?
[Verse 2: 03 Greedo]
How I'm 'posed to feel about my n***as gettin' killed?
While I was out of town and doin' time for doing deals (Shh, shh)
When you was out of jail and you ain't get behind the wheel (Shh, shh)
It's been five long years, you ain't pop shit but a pill
How I'm 'posed to feel about a n***a sendin' threats?
When you can send a killer, shit get real, you send a check (Shh, shh)
How I'm 'posed to feel about a n***a with some rank
When a lil' kid a kill him, 'cause a n***a think he next
How I'm 'posed to feel a lil' drain off of the 'cane
When they cuttin' it with Fentanyl, can't even numb the pain
How I'm 'posed to feel this baddie pussy if she noddin' off
Know I'm sober now but I ain't never been as high as y'all
AR with the tits at me, your necklace feel like Mardi Gras
How my bitch feel just like Halle Berry in that Monster Ball
N***a go to prison, she let anybody knock her off
Fuck how you feel about this soldier sign, bitch, this is not a cross

[Chorus: Valee]
Yeah, yeah
How the hell am I supposed to feel about that? (Yeah)
How the hell am I supposed to feel about that? (About that)
How the hell am I supposed to feel about that?
How the hell am I supposed to feel about that? (Supposed to feel about that)