How I'm Feeling Lyrics

I need the bag, that's the only thing appealing

I been rapping, back in the day my bro was dealing

So many racks, stack em all up to the ceiling

I could take over the world, that's how I'm feeling

You don't know what we on, you don't know the shit that we could do

We be moving smart, you be known to make the weakest moves

Dior or Lenciaga when I step out, on the sneaks, the shoes

We got the master suite, you chilling in the cheapest rooms

I'm a boss, do you know who the fuck you speaking to

We the ones make the needle move

Y'all ain't the ones that we salute

Y'all be capping like most people do

Mansion with the cleanest view

Yeah, one fucking mistake could be a lethal move

How y'all stuck up on some shit that we easily do

We come through, take shit over, y'all just peacefully move

When I walk out got the drip but the piece with me too

We be known to win all the time, y'all just frequently lose

We the ones that been winning, y'all some frequent losers

Y'all just put up shots but you don't make em, not even decent shooters

Was in the Track but the Urus been the recent cruiser

I need a mill by next year, or shit, even sooner

Touching down with the bag

Go and spend it, blow it all

Talking, you a know it all

We step out, we go and ball

We chase the bag, lil bitch, you crawl

Big racks out, yo shit too small

Go and spend em at the mall

We too up, could never fall

Diamonds brawl, yeah, they punching like Fiziev

But if he lacking take the back, choke em out like Khabib

Knock em out like Petr Yan I might just have to watch the knee

But all y'all really at the bottom, all y'all really watching me

I'm the one who got the G's

Endless, got the jeans

Tracky, got the Jeep

Ain't none of this shit was cheap

At the show we like ten deep

They don't know bout this, they sleep

Finna blow, the flow unique

Ain't no comp, bitch, it's a sweep

Give a fuck about a leak I make five thousand songs up in a year

You was talking shit, if you was hating you not in the clear

I don't know bout you, I see a goat when I look in the mirror

When people switch it ain't always what it appear

Y'all some deer in the headlights

Had to get my bread right

Try to run up, bitch, you fucking stupid

Hit em in the head twice

Track don't stop for read lights

Live the best life

We don't never check price

Bracelet and my neck ice

You be taking what you get

You like, okay, it suffice

But I be taking what I want

I'm like what the fuck I like

And really I'm just talking shit when I hop up on the mic

You be so fucking confident, most of the time you ain't even right

Most of the time, most of these people they really ain't solid for real

You is not like us, can't do it like me, we on an island for real

Pop out in Louis, pop out in Lenci, yes, I be styling for real

SRT out it's whining, it squeal

Get big racks, ain't signing no deal

I don't focus on no hoe shit, that's bogus

Where my money, where my people

Keep that shit just the closest

In a SRT I'm swerving going fast, got to focus

You could get hit with that chop, it's a glock, not a lotus, yeah, yeah