Can't Feel Myself

(Danny, please don't do anything crazy) Fuck how they're talkin', we're poppin' this shit right now, yeah, huh-huh Uh, I'm off the Za and the Wock, can't feel myself, oh, yeah-yeah Uh, she's a trendin' topic so I'm tryna pipe, oh, yeah-yeah Ooh, hit it one time, then I'm out, hit it one time, then you're out In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb, I'm throwin' that bih like a quarterback Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback I'm feelin' like Joe or somethin' like Terror Squad, we're blowin' somethin' (hah) She poppin' them 30s, thinkin' they're workin', but they ain't doin' nothin' (whoo) She doin' Ozempic, tryna be different, tryna be a newer woman (nah) That shit a look iffy, need a thicky, need her to move somethin' (iffy) In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb, I'm throwin' that bih like a quarterback Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback Fuck how they're talkin', we're poppin' this shit right now, yeah, huh, huh Uh, I'm off the Za and the Wock, can't feel myself, oh, yeah-yeah Uh, she's a trendin' topic so I'm tryna pipe, oh, yeah-yeah Ooh, hit it one time, then I'm out, hit it one time, then you're out Like improve somethin', just don't you remove nothin' Crib like a zoo, jumpin', we got reggaeton bumpin' I need me two cummin', double-double, quick Drummond (it's lit) I keep a full drum and never know what fool's comin' In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb, I'm throwin' that bih like a quarterback Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback (yeah) I've been lookin' at the sun, but can't worry I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried I got stripes in these streets like Burberry I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry I might pop a fuck, nigga, yeah, like a wheelie, yeah I'm used to the murder, I'm from Philly Money man, my money rubber bandin', shit get silly In the penthouse playin' with a hundred like, whoa Big old bag like, whoa Get that cash like, whoa Snakes in the grass, got mowed Everything I say gon' go Platinum Rollie, no gold Fuck my girl fast and slow You know how life goes Uh, fuck all these bitches and bops, all of these hoes are hot Ooh, I'm walkin' around with a lot Pockets is filled with them knots (ayy, fuck the internet, haha) Bitches just be bitches, I don't give a fuck 'bout much I think I need me a Ice Spice, yeah, I want me a munch In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb, I'm throwin' that bih like a quarterback Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback