Feel Myself

(What happenin', Kountry?)

Yeah

What happenin', Kountry?

Damn

Fuck they talkin' 'bout, ****? Yeah

Stunna, ****

Yeah

Uh, I'm startin' to feel myself a lil' bit

Get on the 'Gram and post a 'fit just to pop my shit

**** know who really havin', they all know who lit

Don't ask me where I got this damn 'fit, you can't afford this drip

Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, we want all that

Mama seen this sack, she like, "Son, that ain't all rap"

Name been ringin', ain't a surface that I ain't scratched

Fuck a bitch 'til she open up to get her thing smacked

Been gettin' to that cheese, that ain't nothin' new

Stunna, why you do 'em like that? That's what I'm supposed to do

Whip ridin' 'round with no brain, this a dummy coupe

A **** gettin' lit off poppin' shit, I'm the livin' proof

Jit ain't tryna tighten up, let that thing loose

Baby girl, you got a cat, then put that thing to use

A **** really chasin' cheese, we in hot pursuit

This rap my Call of Duty, hit the stu' and drop a fuckin' nuke

This ain't nothin' you can do, you gotta just observe

Labels tryna throw me M's 'cause my way with words

You ain't built for these streets, stay up on the curb

I can show you what to do with thirty like I'm Steve Kerr

Uh, I'm startin' to feel myself a lil' bit

Get on the 'Gram and post a 'fit just to pop my shit

**** know who really havin', they all know who lit

Don't ask me where I got this damn 'fit, you can't afford this drip

Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, we want all that

Mama seen this sack, she like, "Son, that ain't all rap"

Name been ringin', ain't a surface that I ain't scratched

Fuck a bitch 'til she open up to get her thing smacked