[Talking: Plies]

Bruh bruh... I am feelin' myself today bruh

Let me tell ya'll how I really feel bruh



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I'm on my New York shit

I think I'm hot son

White girls staring at me looking like she lost somethin'

I don't kno what her problem is I hope she fuckin' say somethin'

Asked her what da problem

She said you're fuckin' awesome



[Verse 1:]

Jus brought a drop top

Feel like I'm in LA

Everybody watchin' me

Feel like I'm da movie

Homie got his first block

Took it from an Ol yay

Judge asked me who da shooter

Told him no comprende

Few dudes kinda whack

Certain names can't say

Streets won't hire him

Him have no resume

I am not industry

Certain games don't play

Met her at da cheese cake

Ran through her same day

We kno he sweet

We call him Kool-Ade

I buy maybach

I don't buy dolces

Half a mili to da side

Savin' it for da court case

I am fuckin' awesome dats what da streets say



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[Verse 2:]

I am fish grease

What dat mean?

I'm really hot

No M's, no placs

What dat mean?

He really not

Tight jeans, tight shirts

What dat mean?

He really pop

Ten stacks each pocket

What dat mean?

Real gowp

3 Becky's one me

What dat mean?

A lot of top

AR a hundred rounds

What dat mean?

A lot of shots

No cred, no stripes

What dat mean?

A lot of talk

A M worth of jewels on

Still won't cool off

I feel bad for him

Him he fall off

She said we did it twice

I don't remember her

My son told his teacher

I got a rich pa

I asked him why he said dat

He said I didn't lie pa



[Chorus]



[Verse 3:]

Tell da truth don't lie

Who da fuckin' man now?

When I shoot I don't miss

So dat mean no rebound

She said when you beat her

She makes no sound

She get on my nerves

I make her bite a towel

If you got a buzz

Means you ain't sold shit clown

He didn't wanna pay me

So I told him to move rounds

If you don't wanna talk numbas

Catch me when I cool down

I am fuckin' awesome

I like how dat sound



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