ICFM lyrics

[Chorus]
Ayy, n*gga, I can't feel much
n*gga try me, we gon' send his ass up
Need a new AMG, AMG truck
And my my mama pray for me, she think they gon' kill me, uh
Let a n*gga try me, it's gon' be his luck
I want this yop', I got this Glock and handle, f*ck I ain't no punk
I'm gettin' money, I might yaya dance for every hundred ones
You wanna scare me, I get boo-boo bands for every bite you touch

[Verse]
Ayy, ayy, yeah
n*gga, I can't feel much
I heard that ho was feelin me, tell that b*tch to feel these nuts
It ain't bout money, nothin' to do with it, you stupid or you dumb?
I be smoking newer sh*t, you still be smoking crumbs
Ayy, b*tch, we want up top
I need Forgiatto's on this whip, the newest drop
I put fours in this Fanta, this the newest foreign pop
n*gga, I don't want your b*tch, she ain't the newest foreign thot
He tryna fight, I bought a mop

[Chorus]
Ayy, n*gga, I can't feel much
n*gga try me, we gon' send his ass up
Need a new AMG, AMG truck
And my my mama pray for me, she think they gon' kill me, uh
Let a n*gga try me (n*gga, try)
Ayy, ayy
Let a n*gga try me, that's gon' be his luck (That's gon' be his luck)
That's gon' be his luck
(I can't feel much)