Feeling Myself-Key Glock

[00:10.980]Sosa 808 got that B knockin', nigga [00:13.810]I got, I got all these double G's, Gucci-Gucci on me [00:17.850]And I smoke so many trees, my eyes lookin' Chinese (ching-chong) [00:21.810]Yeah, my clothes from overseas, but a nigga still street [00:25.070]All this ice up on me, so I gotta keep the heat [00:28.560]Nah, I won't **** with squares but wear a lotta Louis V [00:32.270]Got more chains than Mr. T (ice), sip more lean than Pimp C (mud) [00:36.370]I'm that young nigga, turn your main bitch to a freak (thot) [00:40.030]They like, "Glock, you off the leash", got 'em jumpin' off they seat (turnt up) [00:44.000]I ball too hard, bitch, I'm the MVP (yeah, yeah) [00:47.840]I'm killin' shit bitch, you know RIP (yeah, yeah, RIP bitch) [00:51.500]Let my choppa sing, bitch, RNB (RNB, bah-bah-bah) [00:54.720]And I sip Hi-Tech bitch, not no MGP (I drink mud) [00:57.940]I'm feelin' myself, I asked the mirror on the wall [01:01.250]Please tell me who the flyest young nigga of 'em all (Glock) [01:04.940]You know I ball too hard, Lonzo Ball, John Wall (ball) [01:08.710]I got a short attention span but like my money tall [01:12.770]I got more stripes than a referee [01:16.480]I might pierce you with the TEC, you play with me [01:19.170]And throw you out the game just for a fee [01:23.800]I'ma throw you out the game just for a fee [01:26.170]I got, I got all these double G's, Gucci-Gucci on me [01:30.060]And I smoke so many trees, my eyes lookin' Chinese (ching-chong) [01:33.880]Yeah, my clothes from overseas, but a nigga still street [01:37.250]All this ice up on me, so I gotta keep the heat [01:41.030]Nah, I won't **** with squares but wear a lotta Louis V [01:44.520]Got more chains than Mr. T (ice), sip more lean than Pimp C (mud) [01:48.390]I'm that young nigga, turn your main bitch to a freak (thot) [01:51.870]They like, "Glock, you off the leash", got 'em jumpin' off they seat (turnt up) [01:56.140]You can't be with gang, it ain't no sign up (you can't hang with us) [01:59.960]We got big clips on us, run up, you get lined up (bap-bap) [02:03.560]Let my youngins take your watch, they like your time up (gimme that bitch) [02:07.340]Got a dark chocolate bitch, call her Godiva (bad bitch) [02:11.010]And her head fire, Ghost Rider (Ghost Rider) [02:14.060]I'm a Peter Piper, I'm a one-nighter (ah-yeah) [02:17.720]Stabbin' in the gut, I feel like Michael Myers (in her gut) [02:21.380]I pull up burnin' rubber, nigga bet your title (skrrt, I'm gone) [02:25.040]Skrrt, hit the dash (I'm gone), you know I'm goin' fast [02:28.590]God-damn I feel like Flash (yeah), I'm racin' to that bag [02:32.210]Skrrt, hit the dash (I'm gone), you know I'm goin' fast (I'm gone) [02:35.850]God-damn I feel like Flash (yeah), I'm racin' to that bag [02:38.330]I got, I got all these double G's, Gucci-Gucci on me [02:42.110]And I smoke so many trees, my eyes lookin' Chinese (ching-chong) [02:45.870]Yeah, my clothes from overseas, but a nigga still street [02:49.160]All this ice up on me, so I gotta keep the heat [02:52.760]Nah, I won't **** with squares but wear a lotta Louis V [02:56.610]Got more chains than Mr. T (ice), sip more lean than Pimp C (mud, the ****) [03:00.080]I'm that young nigga, turn your main bitch to a freak (thot) [03:03.620]They like, "Glock, you off the leash", got 'em jumpin' off they seat (turnt up)