Ay, they ask me how I'm feeling, my nigga I'm feeling lovely It must be, it must be All these bitches tryna fuck me That nigga bitch, all these bitches) (Ron Ron do that shit) They ask me how I'm feeling, my nigga I'm feeling lovely It must be, everywhere I go they wanna fuck me Musty, uh, my nigga who got that musty? It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy They ask me how I'm feeling, my nigga I'm feeling lovely It must be, everywhere I go they wanna fuck me Musty, uh, my nigga who got that musty? It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy I'm bustin', no tusslin' Bad bitch a eater, that ain't for discussion, she bustin' and gushin' She dripping and moaning when I get to fuckin' Fufu nigga sip on nothing but 'Tussin I'm pouring the Quali', I'm throwed with my youngins I pour with my youngins, I go with my youngins We blowing them hundreds and blowing them 'Woods I'm a nice ass nigga but I'm misunderstood Got a ratchet lil' bitch and she from Inglewood I'm moving around, I do nothing but jugg I'm fucking these hoes like a young nigga should And you'd do the same if you young niggas could Just bought the Beamer 'cause that shit look cleaner How I get this shit, nigga serving the fienders Nigga bitches snitching like they serving subpoenas And my niggas all nuts, you get served by a peanut Your bitch she a slut, she get curved and deleted Fucked while she pregnant, got nut on your fetus I'm going too crazy, need to calm down, Jesus Need to calm down, Jesus They ask me how I'm feeling, my nigga I'm feeling lovely It must be, everywhere I go they wanna fuck me Musty, uh, my nigga who got that musty? It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy They ask me how I'm feeling, my nigga I'm feeling lovely It must be, everywhere I go they wanna fuck me Musty, uh, my nigga who got that musty? It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy I'm pouring juice by the deuce riding 'round in the coupe I ain't playing with a bitch, lil' baby I thought you knew Bustin' 'scripts with your bitch for the lean I'm off a bean, I sip nothing that's clean I got a Sprite, I'ma turn this shit pink I pop a Percocet, pink like my drink Hold up I'm tripping, you ho-ing or going lil' bitch? What the fuck a nigga mean, he ain't pour up like this Tryna pull up on my niggas, like hold up they got sticks This a hundred dollar cup game, pour up like this I'm a real right nigga need a real right bitch Need them blue face hundreds, I'm fiendin', I gotta sip If your bitch ain't going, I'm tripping, she gotta dip I just got the sixteen, no flippin', I'm finna sip Whole eight, in a two liter Sippin' with my same niggas, no new people I'm kickin' shit, whole gang off prescriptions, bitch Talk chips or my niggas ain't listening
