Yea yea yea yea yea Imma go ahead do My thing like only I can do State of mind My position It's an attitude Show the world I'm the real deal I'm the truth Yea yea yea yea I got skills You know I'm crushing it I got skills No use discussing it I got skills They rumble like the thunder in my soul And there ain't nobody stealing it 'Cause I'm feeling it, Oh oh oh Yea I'm feeling it, oh oh oh You know I'm feeling it, oh oh oh Don't gotta prove it I'mma do it how I do it I'mma do it Pockets overflowing Got my dancing shoes on (I like them) They think I'm lucky But it's just that I'm the bomb Won't even know what Hit them till I'm long gone I got style I-I-I I'm Killin it I got style You know I'm milking it I got style It rumbles like the thunder in my soul And there ain't nobody stealing it 'Cause I'm feeling it, Oh oh oh Yea I'm feeling it, oh oh oh You know I'm feeling it, oh oh oh Don't gotta prove it I'mma do it how I do it (do it) Holla if ya feeling it Holla if ya feel it too Holla if ya feeling it Holla if ya feeling it Holla-holla-holla-holla That's how I like it That's how I like it That's how I like it That's how I like it That's how I like it I'm feeling it, Oh oh oh Yea I'm feeling it, oh oh oh You know I'm feeling it, oh oh oh Yea, I'm feeling it, Oh oh oh I'm feeling it, oh oh oh Yea, I'm feeling it, Oh oh oh You know I'm feeling it, oh oh oh Don't gotta prove it I'mma do it how I do it

Yeah, yeah Dr1ppy on the track huh I won't die alive, cool kid, shoulder shrug (Aye) And your bitty had that sad lookin' face like a pug (Stupid bih) 'Cause I sold that bitch some flour and I told her I'm the plug (Skrrt, skrrt) I was lyin' through my teeth like I was stickin' out my tongue (Get the fuck) Put my bros up to the beat, we gon' beat it down for fun (Beat it down!) I been eatin' for a minute but I still ain't have my lunch (Dunu, Uh!) She's a sneaky, shady bitch like I can't give that girl no son (Brrlah, Bih!) Throw these lyrics like I'm Conor, but you still won't get the punch (Dirty bih) I'm a nasty, nasty dude, I punch her booty with my thumb (Punch a!) Beat the beat up like Mayweather, hit his girl like she the drums (Hit it back!) She would probably bite the bullet 'cause I'm shootin' like its cum (Du, du, du, du!) Dressin' up to get undressed, she hit her knees like she's a nun (Yeah, yeah) Have you ever done the dirty while you campin', get the nut (Dirty drank!) Told her it be gettin' intense and damn she didn't get the pun She was cryin' 'bout her knees, she lookin' goofy, Forest Gump (Stupid bih) Snobby white girls get so mad so fuckin' fast, they Donald Trump (Trump) Like Big Bear on the set, he be whippin' in the kitchen (Whip it, whip it!) Like, don't mess up my order 'cause my tables get to bitchin' (They be) Like, gang gang in the back, give my boys some recognition (Shoutout bro) Get to servin' up some hoes, damn I love my position (I be eatin') Get to eatin' up that water wet, that pussy good nutrition (It be good) I'm a shoot it to her mouth, damn she love the ammunition (Slurp it good) That be gang (Gang) Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Gang, gang (Gang, gang) RLC on the beat (Beat) Seems to be happenin' a lot Got the beat bumpin' in the parkin' lot (Skrrt, skrrt) Dude's comin' up like he's tryna fight That's what were doing tonight (Yeah, yeah) Aight Yo me and Dr1p are just tryna rap geez Better back up before you catch these (Bop, bop!) Forty-fives between your eyes, 'cause one of us is dyin' tonight (Grahh!) And one of us is ridin' tonight (Ride) And I ain't gonna be the one that ends up six feet deep (Deep) Got your girl face down in the sheets (Sheets) The kind of pussy that makes other dudes knees weak (Weak) For me it's just another day of the week (Bih) What day is it, Monday I'll be fuckin' this bitch 'til Sunday (Fuck) Yo it's the Dr1p bros, spittin' sick flows (Splash) Lets see how this shit goes, 'cause one of y'all might just die (Die) And I know, I'm stayin' alive (Skrrt) Yeah (yeah) Am I recording I'm recording aren't I J Dubz on the beat bruh Yeah I stay alive, you just take a dive See me in the sky, fuck with me the wrong guy I will run you dry like yeah I'm never dry Like, how and why, man you just a lie Keep on goin' and you gonna fuckin' die Murder you wrote bruh, grab a choppa Pop a Glock uh, pass the blunt yeah I won't stop yeah, put you in a locker And kick you like it's soccer (Stupid bih!) You is actin' fool aye, kind of like baboon aye (Dummy!) Grab your girl and treat the bitch up like a fuckin' spoon aye (Spoon a bih!) I'm a fuck the bitch yeah, 'til it's high noon yeah (420!) I'm a get her thick like she pregnant goin' boom yeah (On God!) Leavin' soon, probably to my tomb But better then her womb, that womb is my doom (Yeah) So I'm goin' vroom, back to the gun room Grab a costume and a Glock, I'm a goon (Bow, bow, bow!) Kill a bitch and over I assume (Glaah) Sun up when it's June, threw her booty round the room (Threw it, threw it! Smokin' on a stupid fume, noddin' to the loopin' tune (Noddin') She be geekin' loony tune, body bitch, her body boom (Her body boom) She's a nine, so she's acute, I hit it once then gave the boot (Hit it) She suck me good, she play the flute I studder step, I hit the juke I hit the "B", you out the view I drink the drank, the purple juice Ba da da bitch, ba da da boom (Boom) Yeah Ba da da bitch, ba da da boom (Boom) Gang (Gang)

We don't shoot to miss We don't shoot to miss Dr1ppy on the track huh I talk on the phone, I got two separate lines (Lines) One for my bitch and the other for mine (Mine) One's like a ten and the other's like nine (Nine) Less than a seven, you wastin' my time (Time) I ain't no average, I'm a killer wit' a big toy (Big toy!) Walk up in the room and I swear I bring the big noise (Big noise!) They don't want static but I light it, I'm a sick boy (Sick boy!) Walk up on a goof, Jackie Delo just a bitch boy (Bitch boy) Told him send the addy, I'm a scrap up on a slim boy (Slim boy) He don't want the beef, eat a veggie that's a good boy Makin' mama proud but actin' tough, that's a good ploy (Woah) Fuck she gon' say when you start leakin' from a white boy (Damn!) Finger itchin' Middle finger get to twitchin' on some lil' bitches that's bitchin' My finger itchin' Trigger finger start to sit on the pedal, won't think about missin' Talkin' on my name, walk up on a lame I'm a show him how I sauce him up on the stick up (Stick up) Talkin' bout it aim, shoot it from a frame Hold your Kodak lil' bitch, you gon' get stuck (Get stuck) Wanna be a Carti claim, wanna be a mobbin' mane Broke boy, broke ass, better get your funds up (Funds up) Saucin' on a party lame, tossin' up a tardy claim You gon' run up on me, you gon' leave here with a buzz cut (Buzz Cut!) Talkin' on my name, walk up on a lame I'm a show him how I sauce him up on the stick up (Stick up!) Talkin' bout it aim, shoot it from a frame Hold your Kodak lil' bitch, you gon' get stuck (Get stuck!) Wanna be a Carti claim, wanna be a mobbin' mane Broke boy, broke ass, better get your funds up (Funds up!) Saucin' on a party lame, tossin' up a tardy claim You gon' run up on me, you gon' leave here with a buzz cut (Buzz Cut!) God dammit chicks so thirsty for my dick now (Man) Made a couple songs, on they pants they do the flick out (Yeah) Feel like Money May Man, I never do the bitch out You a maggot ass, want the cheese on a bitch out (Fact) God dammit, hit it two time, perfect pull out Super soak a hoe, she ain't ever brought the pool out (Splash) Hit the gym quick, I don't even need a lookout (What?) Used to whip it in the kitchen, now I do the cook out (Aye!) God dammit, wanna love me, I don't love you God dammit, wanna trust me, I don't trust you (Yeah) Got a couple friends that got friends, should've been gone God dammit all these girls singin', this the theme song (Aye) God dammit, wanna come through, I don't want you (Want you) God dammit, want my cum too, I'm a taunt you (Taunt you) Got a double cup that got the stuff that'll fuck you (Fuck you) Got 'em doubled up on my nuts and they suck too (Suck too, suck too) Talkin' on my name, walk up on a lame I'm a show him how I sauce him up on the stick up Talkin' bout it aim, shoot it from a frame Hold your Kodak lil' bitch, you gon' get stuck Wanna be a Carti claim, wanna be a mobbin' mane Broke boy, broke ass, better get your funds up Saucin' on a party lame, tossin' up a tardy claim You gon' run up on me, you gon' leave here with a buzz cut (Buzz Cut!) Talkin' on my name, walk up on a lame I'm a show him how I sauce him up on the stick up (Stick up!) Talkin' bout it aim, shoot it from a frame Hold your Kodak lil' bitch, you gon' get stuck (Get stuck!) Wanna be a Carti claim, wanna be a mobbin' mane Broke boy, broke ass, better get your funds up (Funds up!) Saucin' on a party lame, tossin' up a tardy claim You gon' run up on me, you gon' leave here with a buzz cut

I have to look up to God, things started lookin' for me I have to look down at y'all, and I be as short as a "C" I did some searchin' I'm lost, I found my soul in the sea I did some purgin' it cost, I took the plea and now Saber pay me Thats no cap that's fifty, my head wrapped in city mode (City mode!) So I'mma go get it though Just like a video I have to shoot it though Now he a cheerio I'm sayin' "Cheerio" Legs on his curio, I'm disrespectful, the stick make 'em fear me though (Stick make 'em fear me though!) It's all on my waist (It's all on my waist) Them deals in my face The stick on my waist and it's blue like that bass (Aye!) I don't do choppa', just saber my waist So that she can come through like my label in place So I'm runnin' it up like a Chase, need a brace And since I was a boy, I been all against breaks 'Cause I'm drinkin' my milk and I'm all about weights Now I'm frozen and paid so this ice make me shake I was young, dumb, and broke, just a kid with a case Just a teen with a beam and my dreams were at stake But I caught 'em like 'Beck and it's food on my plate I had one shot to get it, no hands to shake So its fuck all the kids who get paid just to sit on they brakes, yeah That bass hit like Rubio, I hit like jiu jitsu, please do not sue me though Like let's do this dealio, saber they feel me tho, Dr1p in the studio (Aye!) I'm with Eleven, she caught up like 7 times, I will not let her die All these 23's jumpin', I feel like Mike comin', I want to see her fly I'm seein' stranger things, back like a boomerang, I had to take my time I'mma just do my thang, Hop's death was super lame, bet he be back in time (Bet he be back in time) Got a pet Demi though, tell it to leave me 'lone, I cannot make it mime (I cannot make it mime) Will he get empty, "no", shots of confetti though, I got to seek his mind (I got to seek his mind) Hair like I'm Harrington, fair skin American, sabers look like July (Sabers look like July) Ain't no comparison, dusty like Henderson, shadows will paint my sky (Shadows will paint my sky!) Mmm Mmm I been sippin' low I had to do it for the show I had to go and get my cocky up I'm liftin' weights, this glocky up But what's at stake, they lock me (But what's at stake, they lock me up) But what's at stake, they lock me up I sign my name, they guap me up I run the game, no stoppin' us I hit the stu, they chop me up This album mode, this chalky dust This album mode, we lock it up, lets go (Go, go, go) Hold the pole, no foggin' up In front of us, they lockin' up You talk a lot, no walkin' up I walkie talk, this butter up They paint my sky, no shutters up And no one's gon' shut us up, lets go (Go, go, go) And I been doin' this for a long, long time, no cap