Feeling Myself
Sosa 808 got that B knockin', nigga
I got, I got all these double G's, Gucci-Gucci on me
And I smoke so many trees, my eyes lookin' Chinese (ching-chong)
Yeah, my clothes from overseas, but a nigga still street
All this ice up on me, so I gotta keep the heat
Nah, I won't fuck with squares but wear a lotta Louis V
Got more chains than Mr. T (ice), sip more lean than Pimp C (mud)
I'm that young nigga, turn your main bitch to a freak (thot)
They like, "Glock, you off the leash", got 'em jumpin' off they seat (turnt up)
I ball too hard, bitch, I'm the MVP (yeah, yeah)
I'm killin' shit bitch, you know RIP (yeah, yeah, RIP bitch)
Let my choppa sing, bitch, RNB (RNB, bah-bah-bah)
And I sip Hi-Tech bitch, not no MGP (I drink mud)
I'm feelin' myself, I asked the mirror on the wall
Please tell me who the flyest young nigga of 'em all (Glock)
You know I ball too hard, Lonzo Ball, John Wall (ball)
I got a short attention span but like my money tall
I got more stripes than a referee
I might pierce you with the TEC, you play with me
And throw you out the game just for a fee
I'ma throw you out the game just for a fee
I got, I got all these double G's, Gucci-Gucci on me
And I smoke so many trees, my eyes lookin' Chinese (ching-chong)
Yeah, my clothes from overseas, but a nigga still street
All this ice up on me, so I gotta keep the heat
Nah, I won't fuck with squares but wear a lotta Louis V
Got more chains than Mr. T (ice), sip more lean than Pimp C (mud)
I'm that young nigga, turn your main bitch to a freak (thot)
They like, "Glock, you off the leash", got 'em jumpin' off they seat (turnt up)
You can't be with gang, it ain't no sign up (you can't hang with us)
We got big clips on us, run up, you get lined up (bap-bap)
Let my youngins take your watch, they like your time up (gimme that bitch)
Got a dark chocolate bitch, call her Godiva (bad bitch)
And her head fire, Ghost Rider (Ghost Rider)
I'm a Peter Piper, I'm a one-nighter (ah-yeah)
Stabbin' in the gut, I feel like Michael Myers (in her gut)
I pull up burnin' rubber, nigga bet your title (skrrt, I'm gone)
Skrrt, hit the dash (I'm gone), you know I'm goin' fast
God-damn I feel like Flash (yeah), I'm racin' to that bag
Skrrt, hit the dash (I'm gone), you know I'm goin' fast (I'm gone)
God-damn I feel like Flash (yeah), I'm racin' to that bag
I got, I got all these double G's, Gucci-Gucci on me
And I smoke so many trees, my eyes lookin' Chinese (ching-chong)
Yeah, my clothes from overseas, but a nigga still street
All this ice up on me, so I gotta keep the heat
Nah, I won't fuck with squares but wear a lotta Louis V
Got more chains than Mr. T (ice), sip more lean than Pimp C (mud, the fuck)
I'm that young nigga, turn your main bitch to a freak (thot)
They like, "Glock, you off the leash", got 'em jumpin' off they seat (turnt up)
I got, I got all these double G's, Gucci-Gucci on me
And I smoke so many trees, my eyes lookin' Chinese (ching-chong)
Yeah, my clothes from overseas, but a nigga still street
All this ice up on me, so I gotta keep the heat
Nah, I won't fuck with squares but wear a lotta Louis V
Got more chains than Mr. T (ice), sip more lean than Pimp C (mud)
I'm that young nigga, turn your main bitch to a freak (thot)
They like, "Glock, you off the leash", got 'em jumpin' off they seat (turnt up)
I ball too hard, bitch, I'm the MVP (yeah, yeah)
I'm killin' shit bitch, you know RIP (yeah, yeah, RIP bitch)
Let my choppa sing, bitch, RNB (RNB, bah-bah-bah)
And I sip Hi-Tech bitch, not no MGP (I drink mud)
I'm feelin' myself, I asked the mirror on the wall
Please tell me who the flyest young nigga of 'em all (Glock)
You know I ball too hard, Lonzo Ball, John Wall (ball)
I got a short attention span but like my money tall
I got more stripes than a referee
I might pierce you with the TEC, you play with me
And throw you out the game just for a fee
I'ma throw you out the game just for a fee
I got, I got all these double G's, Gucci-Gucci on me
And I smoke so many trees, my eyes lookin' Chinese (ching-chong)
Yeah, my clothes from overseas, but a nigga still street
All this ice up on me, so I gotta keep the heat
Nah, I won't fuck with squares but wear a lotta Louis V
Got more chains than Mr. T (ice), sip more lean than Pimp C (mud)
I'm that young nigga, turn your main bitch to a freak (thot)
They like, "Glock, you off the leash", got 'em jumpin' off they seat (turnt up)
You can't be with gang, it ain't no sign up (you can't hang with us)
We got big clips on us, run up, you get lined up (bap-bap)
Let my youngins take your watch, they like your time up (gimme that bitch)
Got a dark chocolate bitch, call her Godiva (bad bitch)
And her head fire, Ghost Rider (Ghost Rider)
I'm a Peter Piper, I'm a one-nighter (ah-yeah)
Stabbin' in the gut, I feel like Michael Myers (in her gut)
I pull up burnin' rubber, nigga bet your title (skrrt, I'm gone)
Skrrt, hit the dash (I'm gone), you know I'm goin' fast
God-damn I feel like Flash (yeah), I'm racin' to that bag
Skrrt, hit the dash (I'm gone), you know I'm goin' fast (I'm gone)
God-damn I feel like Flash (yeah), I'm racin' to that bag
I got, I got all these double G's, Gucci-Gucci on me
And I smoke so many trees, my eyes lookin' Chinese (ching-chong)
Yeah, my clothes from overseas, but a nigga still street
All this ice up on me, so I gotta keep the heat
Nah, I won't fuck with squares but wear a lotta Louis V
Got more chains than Mr. T (ice), sip more lean than Pimp C (mud, the fuck)
I'm that young nigga, turn your main bitch to a freak (thot)
They like, "Glock, you off the leash", got 'em jumpin' off they seat (turnt up)
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Writer(s): Brandon Parker, Markeyvius Cathey
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