Feelin Myself

[Intro]

Yeah, 360 boy, know what I'm sayin'?

The Pope livin', hehe, nah

—60, uh, uh, yeah

Yeah, yeah

360, uh, hrrrt, whoo (Taurus)

Yeah, yeah, 360 boy, uh, hrrrt

Yeah

360, ah, 360, hrrrt

[Verse 1]

Sixty carat my neck

Showin' my muscle, I can't wait to flex

My Glick got a button so you know the rest

I hit the trigger, know, "Hrrrt, hah"

I hit that "Hrrrt," yeah and he die

Losin' a brother like losin' yo' mind

Just to have him back, I'll give up my spine

Whips back-to-back, I'm on that Pope time

Yeah, don't sleep on this shit

Go flush out a Xan

I'm new to yo' city, I'm fresh off the plane

Yeah, you get lil' bro-ed, ain't snatchin' no chain

Stood at McDonald's begging for the fame

Wanted the money too, ain't no layin'

Player put me down to invest in some planes

Watches, ain't no Ricky, go insane

Stop it, ain't no rocking, we can't hang

Stop it, I see you tellin' on the gang

Stop it, four, five, six, seen a pot, stock it

My ho got my blick in her wig, rocket

HoodBaby, he came from the trenches

They speak on me highly

If I speak on that bitch, she got mob sliders

She Maybach-ing bouncin'

I'm in and I'm out it

I come through rockin' more rings than a Audi

Do my own boss, I don't care for the signin'

I'm in Givenchy taking me a piss

Look like a rich nigga on a bitch

Heartbreaker kid, tell on a bitch

Heartstoppers in the clip on the blick

I ain't got a problem, turn up my bitch

She bitchin' and bitchin' and yo' bitch in that bi'h

I ain't got a problem, stay out the mix

I ain't never pressed the beef 'bout a chick

[Chorus]

Huh, yeah, feelin' yo' bitch and I'm feelin' myself, I'm offic' with no ref' (—60, uh, uh, yeah)

Step on they necks and ain't leavin' no breath (Yeah, yeah)

Fuck a handout, we ain't needing no help (360, uh, hrrrt, whoo)

Ball number nine, she tryn' smell like a player (Yeah, yeah)

They drop a button, them boys are for real (360 boy, hrrrt)

Pillow-talkin', pussy, can get you killed (Yeah)

Never take it off, I put on that drip (360, ah, 360, hrrrt)

[Verse 2]

Tell me what you livin' like? (Pope)

Tell me who you do it like? (Pope)

Tell me what you ridin' like? (Pope)

Tell me who you shoot it like? (Pope)

Hermès braces on my bitches, they gentle

Applying this D, yeah I fuck with her mental

They thought I was gon' fall but I'm Mr. December

But I'm a star, rockstar Jimi Hendrix

White tee, had to pipe up my image

And take care my blemishes

Bitch, you offending me

As close as it touches, my words, is you feelin' me?

Yeah, where I'm from, niggas talk to a enemy

I was raised up off of morals and principles

Yeah, big player if I wanna go get the bitch

Hood nigga, if she 'round me, no clingy shit

If she stay down, her wrist gon' be blinging, hit

[Chorus]

Feelin' yo' bitch and I'm feelin' myself, I'm offic' with no ref'

Step on they necks and ain't leavin' no breath

Fuck a handout, we ain't needing no help

Ball number nine, she tryn' smell like a player

They drop a button, them boys are for real

Pillow-talkin', pussy, can get you killed

Never take it off, I put on that drip

[Outro]

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