YL Stunna - Feeling Like God

Yeah
Murk you easy if you thinking you hard
Can't love a bitch I threw away my heart
Weed look like fruit but it smell like fart
Bitch energetic she keep fucking she charged
We getting fetti whole gang beat the odds
That dior scarf on me I'm feeling like god
Car smart gotta crank it with a card
I was born ready
Never see me scary
Up my status now I'm chilling with the stars
VVS embedded
In my chest its heavy
Chain hanging like a swing at the park
My bitch banging bleeding
Call her Bloody Mary
Wipe your nose easy she just play her part
This a style Nigga can't afford
Walk on every beat i hear I'm getting bored
Got 25 spots can't find my stash
Straight drop in a pot I'm cooking up glass
Handle my business that's first not last
Leave a nigga on the curb in the morning like trash
Sack too big I can sleep in my bag
Dick in her throat she can't help but gag
Won't hesitate to shoot yein never gotta ask
Covid the only reason Niggas ever wore a mask
Hey
This a wonderful feeling a made man had to do a little killing
I play my hand it don't matter who dealing my snake skin shedding baby I'm peeling
Woo
Woo
Too many p's around steal your boo
10 minutes on a song then I'm threw
10 milli on my phone em through
Dolo i still get active with no crew
I fucked lil shawty backwards in a coupe
Ha poochie juice spilling like she dropped the soup
I bust on her she scream yolo when I'm threw
Too many spots
Got one for the guap
Got one for the p's
Bought one off of stocks
Nigga calling me the key cause I got it on lock
And my car electric sat in it got shocked
Bust down big ole bugger rocks
The rolly sticky dripping down with snot
I been a baller just didn't have a shot
Now I run through your whole team like a thot
Had a fight with my pockets Gave em all some knots
They ain't get the picture had to get em cropped
They hate that I'm popping tryna get me crossed
I'm wishing they would I start chopping logs
I was born ready
Never see me scary
Up my status now I'm chilling with the stars
VVS embedded
In my chest its heavy
Chain hanging like a swing at the park
My bitch banging bleeding
Call her Bloody Mary
Wipe your nose easy she just play her part
This a style Nigga can't afford
Walk on every beat i hear I'm getting bored
Got 25 spots can't find my stash
Straight drop in a pot I'm cooking up glass
Handle my business that's first not last
Leave a nigga on the curb in the morning like trash
Sack too big I can sleep in my bag
Dick in her throat she can't help but gag
Won't hesitate to shoot yein never gotta ask
Covid the only reason Niggas ever wore a mask

Written by:
John Lattimore

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