Bitch, I feel like Bueller
Bitch, I feel like Bueller
I feel like I'm the man
The fuck you gonna do, huh
Bitch, I feel like Bueller
Bitch, I feel like Bueller
I feel like I'm the man
No longer now a loser
Bitch, I feel like

God
I said that on my last shit
Cause here's to my day off
Just chillin' and relaxin'
Let's see you come with me
Nah, you really come with me
This shit ain't never stop
So what's it gonna be
Yo, I took my old shit and I trashed that and I came back with a new taste
And I rolled up in that black Jag with a straight mag in my suitcase, yeah
I don't care what you say, bitch
Y'all actin' two faced, shit
Yeah man, it's Tuesday, it's my day off 'cause

Bitch, I feel like Bueller
Bitch, I feel like Bueller
I feel like I'm the man
The fuck you gonna do, huh
Bitch, I feel like Bueller
Bitch, I feel like Bueller
I feel like I'm the man
No longer now a loser
Bitch, I feel like

Myself, that hunger side
That pops up and it comes alive
I made rounds with my enemies
And I'm still here when they set aside, let me clarify
'Cause I'll assassinate my own character, before I ever dies
So fuck that, I don't care, my whole life's been kind'a paralyzed and I can't move
Spend the paper but not on views
I'm startin' to care more about me, middle fingers up when it's about you
I'm in a foul mood
I don't know what else I'll do
Pick a fight with the wrong guy, got a black eye when they found you 'cause
I think I sound rude, when I say shit, you don't wanna hear it
Mother fuckers get real quiet when I'm on the mic
Y'all feel embarrassed that a white boy went and dissed ya
What you gonna do, better stop swearin'
You don't know me like that
Mother fuckers call me Farris 'cause

Bitch, I feel like Bueller
Bitch, I feel like Bueller
I feel like I'm the man
The fuck you gonna do, huh
Bitch, I feel like Bueller
Bitch, I feel like Bueller
I feel like I'm the man
No longer now a loser
Bitch, I feel like