Feeling Myself E

Hm. Hm, Hm, yeah. Sosa 808 knocking, I got, I got all these Double G's, Gucci Gucci on me. And I smoke so many trees, my eyes looking Chinese. Yeah, my clothes from overseas, But a nigga still street. All this ice up on me, so I gotta Keep the heat. Nah, I don't fuck with skirt, But wear a lot of Louis V. Got more chains than Mr. T, sip more lean than Pimp C. I'm that young nigga turn your main bitch to A freak. Act like Glock you off the leash, Got 'em jumping out they seat. I ball too hard, bitch, I'm the MVP. I'm killing shit, bitch, you know R. I. P. Let my chopper sing, bitch, R&B. And I sip Hi-Tech, bitch, not no MGP. I'm feeling myself, I ask the mirror on the Wall. Please tell me who the flyest young nigga Of 'em all. You know I ball too hard, Love so ball, John Wall. I got a short attention span but like my Money tall. I got more stripes than a referee. I'm a picture with the tech, 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 looking Chinese. Yeah, my clothes from overseas, But a nigga still street. All this ice up on me, so I gotta Keep the heat. Nah, I don't fuck with skirt, But wear a lot of Louis V. Got more chains than Mr. T, sip more lean than Pimp C. I'm that young nigga turn your main bitch to A freak. Act like Glock you off the leash, Got 'em jumping out they seat. You can't be with gang, it ain't no sign Up. We got big clips on us, run up, You get lined up. Let my youngin take your watch, they like your Time up. Got a dark chocolate bitch, Call her Gadava. And her head fire, ghostwriter. I'm a Peter Piper, I'm a one-nighter. Stabbing in the gut, I feel like Michael Myers. I pull up burning rubber, nigga, bet your tires. Skrrt, hit the dash, you know I'm going fast. Goddamn, I feel like Flash, I'm racing to that Bag. Skrrt, hit the dash, you know I'm going Fast. Goddamn, I feel like Flash, I'm racing to that bag. I got, all these double G's, Gucci Gucci on Me. And I smoke so many trees, My eyes looking Chinese. Yeah, my clothes from overseas, but a nigga still Street. All this ice up on me, So I gotta keep the heat. Nah, I don't fuck with skirt, but wear a Lot of Louis V. Got more chains than Mr. T, sip more lean than Pimp C. I'm that young nigga turn your main bitch to A freak. Act like Glock you off the leash, Got 'em jumping out they seat, turn up.