Can't Feel Myself - Slowed & Reverb
(Let me please talk to you like you're crazy)
Fuck how they talkin', we poppin' this shit right now, yeah, huh, huh
Uh, I'm off the za and the Wock', can't feel myself, oh, yeah, yeah
Uh, she's a trendin' topic, so I'm tryna pipe, oh, yeah, yeah
Ooh, hit it one time, then I'm out, hit it one time, then you out
In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb
I'm throwin' that bitch like a quarterback
Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback
I'm feelin' like Joe or somethin'
Like Terror Squad, we blowin' somethin' (hah)
She poppin' them 30s, thinkin' they workin'
But they ain't doin' nothin' (whoa!)
She doin' Ozempic, tryna be different, tryna be a newer woman (nah)
That shit look iffy, need a thicky, need her to move somethin'
Like, improve somethin', just don't you remove nothin' (don't you do it)
Crib like a zoo, jumpin', we got reggaeton bumpin'
I need me two cummin', double-double, quick Drummond (it's lit)
I keep a full drum and never know what fool's comin' (yeah)
I been lookin' at the sun, but can't worry
I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry
I might pop a fuck nigga, yeah, like a wheelie, yeah
I'm used to the murder, I'm from Philly
Money man, my money rubber bandin', shit get silly
In the penthouse, playing with a hundred like, whoa!
Big old bag like, whoa!
Get that cash like, whoa!
Snakes in the grass, got mowed
Everything I say gon' go
Platinum Rollie, no gold
Fuck my girl fast and slow
You know how life goes
Uh, fuck all these bitches and bops, all of these hoes are hot
Ooh, I'm walkin' around with a lot
Pockets is filled with them knots (ay, fuck the internet)
Bitches just be bitches, I don't give a fuck 'bout much
I think I need me a Ice Spice, yeah, I want me a munch
In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb
I'm throwin' that bitch like a quarterback
Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Fuck how they talkin', we poppin' this shit right now, yeah, huh, huh
Uh, I'm off the za and the Wock', can't feel myself, oh, yeah, yeah
Uh, she's a trendin' topic, so I'm tryna pipe, oh, yeah, yeah
Ooh, hit it one time, then I'm out, hit it one time, then you out
In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb
I'm throwin' that bitch like a quarterback
Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback
I'm feelin' like Joe or somethin'
Like Terror Squad, we blowin' somethin' (hah)
She poppin' them 30s, thinkin' they workin'
But they ain't doin' nothin' (whoa!)
She doin' Ozempic, tryna be different, tryna be a newer woman (nah)
That shit look iffy, need a thicky, need her to move somethin'
Like, improve somethin', just don't you remove nothin' (don't you do it)
Crib like a zoo, jumpin', we got reggaeton bumpin'
I need me two cummin', double-double, quick Drummond (it's lit)
I keep a full drum and never know what fool's comin' (yeah)
I been lookin' at the sun, but can't worry
I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry
I might pop a fuck nigga, yeah, like a wheelie, yeah
I'm used to the murder, I'm from Philly
Money man, my money rubber bandin', shit get silly
In the penthouse, playing with a hundred like, whoa!
Big old bag like, whoa!
Get that cash like, whoa!
Snakes in the grass, got mowed
Everything I say gon' go
Platinum Rollie, no gold
Fuck my girl fast and slow
You know how life goes
Uh, fuck all these bitches and bops, all of these hoes are hot
Ooh, I'm walkin' around with a lot
Pockets is filled with them knots (ay, fuck the internet)
Bitches just be bitches, I don't give a fuck 'bout much
I think I need me a Ice Spice, yeah, I want me a munch
In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb
I'm throwin' that bitch like a quarterback
Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback
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Writer(s): Jordan Woods
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