Key Glock - Feeling Myself lyrics
[Key Glock - Feeling Myself lyrics]
I got, I got these double G's
Gucci Gucci on me and I smoke so many trees
My eyes looking Chinese
Yeah my clothes from overseas but
A nigga still street
All this ice up on me so
I gotta keep the heat
Nah I don't fuck with squares but
Wear a lot of Louis V
Got more chains than Mr t
(ice) , sip more lean than Pimp C (mud)
I'm that young nigga
Turn your main bitch to a freak (thot)
They like Glock you off the leash
Got 'em jumpin' off they seat
I ball too hard bitch, I'm the MVP
(yeah, yeah)
I'm killin' shit bitch, you know RIP
(yeah, yeah, RIP bitch)
Let my chopper sing bitch, RNB (RNB)
And I sip Hi Tech bitch, not no MGP
(I drink mud) i'm feelin' myself
I asked the mirror on the wall
Please tell me who the flyest
Young nigga of 'em all (Glock)
You know I ball too hard, Lonzo Ball
John Wall (ball)
I got a short attention span
But like my money tall
I got more stripes than a referee
I might pierce you with the
TEC, you play with me, and
Throw you out the game just for a fee
I'ma throw you out the game just for a fee
I got, I got these double G's
Gucci Gucci on me and I smoke so many trees
My eyes looking Chinese (ching chong)
Yeah my clothes from overseas but
A nigga still street
All this ice up on me so
I gotta keep the heat
Nah I don't fuck with squares but
Wear a lot of Louis V
Got more chains than Mr t
(ice) , sip more lean than Pimp C (mud)
I'm that young nigga
Turn your main bitch to a freak (thot)
They like Glock you off the leash
Got 'em jumpin' off they seat
You can't be with gang, it ain't no sign up
(you can't hang with us)
We got big clips on us, run up
You get lined up (bap bap)
Let my youngins take your watch
They like your time up (gimme that bitch)
Got a dark chocolate bitch, call her Godiva
(bad bitch)
And her head fire, Ghost Rider (Ghost Rider)
I'm a Peter Piper, I'm a one nighter
(ah yeah) stabbin' in the gut
I feel like Michael Myers (in her gut)
I pull up burning rubber
Nigga bet your title (I'm gone)
Skrrt, hit the dash (I'm gone)
You know I'm going fast (I'm gone)
Goddamn I feel like Flash
I'm racing to that bag skrrt, hit the dash
(I'm gone)
You know I'm going fast (I'm gone)
Goddamn I feel like Flash
I'm racing to that bag
I got, I got these double G's
Gucci Gucci on me and I smoke so many trees
My eyes looking Chinese (ching chong)
Yeah my clothes from overseas but
A nigga still street
All this ice up on me so
I gotta keep the heat
Nah I don't fuck with squares but
Wear a lot of Louis V
Got more chains than Mr t
(ice) , sip more lean than Pimp C (mud)
I'm that young nigga
Turn your main bitch to a freak (thot)
They like Glock you off the leash
Got 'em jumpin' off they seat
Gucci Gucci on me and I smoke so many trees
My eyes looking Chinese
Yeah my clothes from overseas but
A nigga still street
All this ice up on me so
I gotta keep the heat
Nah I don't fuck with squares but
Wear a lot of Louis V
Got more chains than Mr t
(ice) , sip more lean than Pimp C (mud)
I'm that young nigga
Turn your main bitch to a freak (thot)
They like Glock you off the leash
Got 'em jumpin' off they seat
I ball too hard bitch, I'm the MVP
(yeah, yeah)
I'm killin' shit bitch, you know RIP
(yeah, yeah, RIP bitch)
Let my chopper sing bitch, RNB (RNB)
And I sip Hi Tech bitch, not no MGP
(I drink mud) i'm feelin' myself
I asked the mirror on the wall
Please tell me who the flyest
Young nigga of 'em all (Glock)
You know I ball too hard, Lonzo Ball
John Wall (ball)
I got a short attention span
But like my money tall
I got more stripes than a referee
I might pierce you with the
TEC, you play with me, and
Throw you out the game just for a fee
I'ma throw you out the game just for a fee
I got, I got these double G's
Gucci Gucci on me and I smoke so many trees
My eyes looking Chinese (ching chong)
Yeah my clothes from overseas but
A nigga still street
All this ice up on me so
I gotta keep the heat
Nah I don't fuck with squares but
Wear a lot of Louis V
Got more chains than Mr t
(ice) , sip more lean than Pimp C (mud)
I'm that young nigga
Turn your main bitch to a freak (thot)
They like Glock you off the leash
Got 'em jumpin' off they seat
You can't be with gang, it ain't no sign up
(you can't hang with us)
We got big clips on us, run up
You get lined up (bap bap)
Let my youngins take your watch
They like your time up (gimme that bitch)
Got a dark chocolate bitch, call her Godiva
(bad bitch)
And her head fire, Ghost Rider (Ghost Rider)
I'm a Peter Piper, I'm a one nighter
(ah yeah) stabbin' in the gut
I feel like Michael Myers (in her gut)
I pull up burning rubber
Nigga bet your title (I'm gone)
Skrrt, hit the dash (I'm gone)
You know I'm going fast (I'm gone)
Goddamn I feel like Flash
I'm racing to that bag skrrt, hit the dash
(I'm gone)
You know I'm going fast (I'm gone)
Goddamn I feel like Flash
I'm racing to that bag
I got, I got these double G's
Gucci Gucci on me and I smoke so many trees
My eyes looking Chinese (ching chong)
Yeah my clothes from overseas but
A nigga still street
All this ice up on me so
I gotta keep the heat
Nah I don't fuck with squares but
Wear a lot of Louis V
Got more chains than Mr t
(ice) , sip more lean than Pimp C (mud)
I'm that young nigga
Turn your main bitch to a freak (thot)
They like Glock you off the leash
Got 'em jumpin' off they seat