[Verse 1]
Gucci on my feet
Louie on my sheets
Cash on the beat
Your girl on my d
I just f*cked on your b
I just stole your thot
Take her back before she rot
I be on your block
You finna get shot
Shoot you wit my Glock
Chilin wit my boys
Makin lot a' noise
Gettin all the fines and hoppin in the royce
[Chorus]
You feelin' me (x3) yaa ayy
You feelin' me (x3) yaa ayy
You feelin' me (x3) yaa ayy
You feelin' me (x3) yaa ayy
[Verse 2]
I be hollywood chilling
Spending racks im just living
Ye dat chick
She tell me starting fight
I make a song i make it wrong
Its never wrong till its right
I be hoppin in suicide door
And i dont mean logan paul
And u know iss a jol
And u know we goin ball
I just bought an ifone
And u know iss the best
So the last one i had is now my ex
b*tch is yo b*tch
Yo hoe is a hoe
I be hoppin in a lambo with butterfly doors
Yo girl is so crazy she drivin me insane
I be smashing ur bish while im smoking cocaine