Feeling Me lyrics

[Intro]
(Dark Outside)
Yeah, uh (Uh), uh, uh (Nine)

[Verse 1]
I'll say anything, I'll say anything (Dark outside), yeah, woah
I don't even see her
My b*tch, she smokin' strong, yeah, she got exotic reefer
Don't pick up the phone, 'cause none these b*tches be keepers
I wake up just to geek up
My bad b*tch got D-cups
I'm havin', we re-up (Up), up
Ain't no f*ckin' down with us, b*tch, we only goin' up
Go 'head, f*ck around with me, wanna see you try your luck
She ride around town with me
Head out window, not a f*ck given (Not a f*ck, yeah-yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, hell yeah), yeah (Hell yeah)
Hey

[Chorus]
Live with me
Live yo' f*ckin' life, yeah, live with me
Live yo' f*ckin' life out, live with me (Huh)
Live with me (Ah)
I could change your life, girl, literally, yeah
I could show you how the world really be, uh
Turn the speakers up, I think they feelin' me, huh
Turn the speakers up, I think they feelin' me, woah
[Verse 2]
Okay, step on the gas, we go
Don't matter where, we just hittin' the road (Yeah)
Issey Miyake my coat
Rest in peace, rockin' this sh*t in the cold
I got the recipe, but I won't fold
Who can get up with me? Nobody knows
The answer is no one, n*gga, I'm the only one (Yeah)
And I got some garments in my bag
On these n*ggas necks, I'm like a rash
Hold up, b*tch, I'm next, you gettin' last
If you don't T-up, you gettin' left
I put a T up like a ref
And I step in like the best, I'm not dressin' like the rest
(Uh-huh, oh ha, uh-huh)
I got dressing like a ranch
I can't rest, gotta get these bands
Got a vest for them F&Ns
I'm the man with the f*ckin' plan
Free my boy out the ken', free my boy out the pen
(Uh, oh-uh)
(Uh)

[Chorus]
Live with me
Live yo' f*ckin' life, yeah, live with me
Live yo' f*ckin' life out, live with me (Huh)
Live with me (Ah)
I could change your life, girl, literally, yeah
I could show you how the world really be, uh
Turn the speakers up, I think they feelin' me, huh
Turn the speakers up, I think they feelin' me, woah
[Refrain]
I don't even see ya
My b*tch, she smokin' strong, yeah, she got exotic reefer
Don't pick up the phone, 'cause none of these b*tches be keepers
I wake up just to geek up
My bad b*tch got D-cups
I'm havin', we re-up (Up)
Ain't no f*ckin' down with us, b*tch, we only goin' up
Go 'head, f*ck around with me, wanna see you try your luck
She ride around town with me, head out window, not a f*ck given