Juice WRLD - How I Feel (Matte Black) lyrics

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Yuh yo, yuh yo, yuh yo)
Ya' dig? (Huh, bitch) who dat, Trell?
Uh, uh

Fresh up out the jet, you knew I flew private
(Bitch)
I feel like a pet, fuck it I feel like a pit
(Grr) i'm gon' take a shit on
Anyone that was doubtin' (For real, bitch)
Now they know I'm the shit, yeah
Young nigga super rich (Cha ching)
Look at the gold in my
Mouth you know I'm smilin'
(You know I'm smilin', ya' dig)
So many hoes up in my face I could take a pic
(Uh huh, bitch)
Young nigga violent and wildin'
(Violent and wildin', grrah)
Choppa on me with a titty
As the fuckin' clip
(Baow, baow, baow, baow)

Leather interior
(Uh, huh) , matte black exterior (Uh huh
What else?) you are inferior, I am superior
(yeah, uh, what else?)
She wanna fuck me with her friend
The more the merrier (Uh, what else?)
Wear a mask, so when my choppa blast
It look scarier (Graah, graah, graah)
I'm nineteen
(yeah) , doing grown man shit (yeah)
On my own, man shit (yeah) I'm my own man
Bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah, uh huh)
Choppa make me limp, like an old ass Crip
(Graah, graah, graah)
Aimin' from the hip, give his ass a facelift
(Hip, yeah)
Now it's blood all on my fashion
How the fuck I'm gon' manage? (Ya' dig)
Body bag him, then hop in the wagon
Drive away no crashin' (Ya' dig)
Bite down, molly got me money hungry
Need a salad (Ya' dig)
Ain't no handouts, I ain't
With that buddy buddy, interaction
(Uh, woo)

Fresh up out the jet, you knew I flew private
(Bitch)
I feel like a pet, fuck it I feel like a pit
(Grr) i'm gon' take a shit on
Anyone that was doubtin' (For real, bitch)
Now they know I'm the shit, yeah
Young nigga super rich (Cha ching)
Look at the gold in my
Mouth you know I'm smilin'
(You know I'm smilin', ya' dig)
So many hoes up in my face I could take a pic
(Uh huh, bitch)
Young nigga violent and wildin'
(Violent and wildin', grrah)
Choppa on me with a titty
As the fuckin' clip
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, grahh)