Feelin Myself lyrics

[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 sh*t
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 b*tch, 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 p*ss
Look like a rich n*gga on a b*tch
Heartbreaker kid, tell on a b*tch
Heartstoppers in the clip on the blick
I ain't got a problem, turn up my b*tch
She b*tchin' and b*tchin' and yo' b*tch 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' b*tch 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)
f*ck 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', pus*y, 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 b*tches, they gentle
Applying this D, yeah I f*ck 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
b*tch, you offending me
As close as it touches, my words, is you feelin' me?
Yeah, where I'm from, n*ggas talk to a enemy
I was raised up off of morals and principles
Yeah, big player if I wanna go get the b*tch
Hood n*gga, if she 'round me, no clingy sh*t
If she stay down, her wrist gon' be blinging, hit
[Chorus]
Feelin' yo' b*tch and I'm feelin' myself, I'm offic' with no ref'
Step on they necks and ain't leavin' no breath
f*ck 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', pus*y, can get you killed
Never take it off, I put on that drip

[Outro]
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