MASK OFF (FEELING GOOD) Lyrics

You know how I feel

B.B. had to do it to him

It's a new dawn

It's a new day

It's a new life

For me

And I'm feeling good

Yeah

The hardest

Feeling good in this bitch

And I'm feeling good

These niggas cant do shit for me

And all y'all favorite niggas yea I swear they bore me

So many niggas on the gram but ain't one on my story

I'm in the mood to take some pics

Somebody please call up Torii

Yea my brothers ah face a nigga

The type to take they mask off

Little Einstein in my rocket finna blast off

I just lost my nigga

I ain't trippin I got mad sauce

And all my family hating cause I'm the one who got the bag y'all

Please don't get me hot

Cause I be onnat

Got that nigga waiting I'm Triple A and he got four flats

Shit tell me what's yo budget

We got a sale on them toe tags

That bitch is a mini and love her and that's so sad

I'm a nigga trickin' me best believe he spinnin' racks

But it ain't trickin' if you got it, I'm the type to take it back

I ain't tryna give out love, I'ma really keep it a stack

cause I den gave it out so much and I ain't never feelin' back

I'm back on my favorite nigga from time to time again

I really am traumatized from being bitches' friends

you can cry and apologize , I don't wanna make amends

That nigga talkin' hot, somebody better get they mans

Cause my brothers ah face a nigga

The type to take they masks off

Little Einstein in my rocket finna blast off

I just lost my nigga

I ain't trippin I got mad sauce

And all my family hating cause I'm the one who got the bag y'all

Please don't get me hot

Cause I be onnat

Got that nigga waiting I'm Triple A and he got four flats

Shit tell me what's yo budget

We got a sale on them toe tags

That bitch is a mini and love her and that's so sad

Had to cut some people off

tell em meet me at the top

Bringing fire to the booth, now I got every nigga hot

I'm the hardest in the city, I ain't givin' up my spot

Bitches lookin' up to me because I'm everything they not

My brothers fall asleep in they shoes, just call they name

Got his index on the trigger, wake him up and let it bang

You can't party on the Mary if you ain't locked in with the gang

Them niggas in here flashin', better tell him tuck they chains

Little Einstein in my rocket finna blast off

I just lost my nigga

I ain't trippin I got mad sauce

And all my family hating cause I'm the one who got the bag y'all

Please don't get me hot

Cause I be onnat

Got that nigga waiting I'm Triple A and he got four flats

Shit tell me what's yo budget

We got a sale on them toe tags

That bitch is a mini and love her and that's so sad