Feeling Me
I was feelin myself way before anybody was feelin' me
(CellyGotDaSauce)
When I get done with my work I'm gone get with y'all
I said fuck school, couldn't sit in no seminar
Racks in my cargos, I knew I was finna' ball
Paid for my wisdom, cash, too young to rent a car
These not the drums at your chin, I broke plenty jaws
Kick a bitch out if she play with my ninja laws
Her nigga mad, she been lyin, they seen it all
No one-on-one you get jumped like a gaelicy
Stompin' his face, he like stop they're too many y'all
My nigga done got life for some fentanyl
Oops I meant fentalyn, she just been getting into me
I spent a pound of OG on my Fendi kicks
I'm into your bitch, but the bitch really into me
Say she like shopping, I take her to Italy
Booty so big, lil the jacket fit tin-ily
Is that a ten I see, bitch I'm from Tennessee
Sorry, I'm poppin' my shit, but I'm feelin' me
No I'm not sorry mane, fuck it I'm feelin' me
Ay, I am the drippiest in the facility
Haters can't see me, these Cartier's shadin' me
I must be fresh, these bitches reppin' and feelin me
Huh, she feelin me, they feelin me
Got ice on my body, no injury
I shit on my ops and my enemies
Turn haters, now look they feelin me
Too hot, tell they check the humidity
My old bitch say she can't get rid of me
Drop off the pussy like Uber, delivery
Huh, she feelin me, they feelin me
Can't see a me, nobody real as me
If you don't like me then don't do all that bickering
If you get caught you get smoked like some hickory
(CellyGotDaSauce)
When I get done with my work I'm gone get with y'all
I said fuck school, couldn't sit in no seminar
Racks in my cargos, I knew I was finna' ball
Paid for my wisdom, cash, too young to rent a car
These not the drums at your chin, I broke plenty jaws
Kick a bitch out if she play with my ninja laws
Her nigga mad, she been lyin, they seen it all
No one-on-one you get jumped like a gaelicy
Stompin' his face, he like stop they're too many y'all
My nigga done got life for some fentanyl
Oops I meant fentalyn, she just been getting into me
I spent a pound of OG on my Fendi kicks
I'm into your bitch, but the bitch really into me
Say she like shopping, I take her to Italy
Booty so big, lil the jacket fit tin-ily
Is that a ten I see, bitch I'm from Tennessee
Sorry, I'm poppin' my shit, but I'm feelin' me
No I'm not sorry mane, fuck it I'm feelin' me
Ay, I am the drippiest in the facility
Haters can't see me, these Cartier's shadin' me
I must be fresh, these bitches reppin' and feelin me
Huh, she feelin me, they feelin me
Got ice on my body, no injury
I shit on my ops and my enemies
Turn haters, now look they feelin me
Too hot, tell they check the humidity
My old bitch say she can't get rid of me
Drop off the pussy like Uber, delivery
Huh, she feelin me, they feelin me
Can't see a me, nobody real as me
If you don't like me then don't do all that bickering
If you get caught you get smoked like some hickory
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Writer(s): Kenneth Greene
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