Aint no pheelin like this
Aint no pheelin like this
Aint no pheelin like this
Aint no pheelin like this
Aint no pheelin like this
Aint no pheelin like this
I been running through beats scheming and checking off my list
They asked me how i did it, I cooked it up like gritz
Babe ruth on that mic, I swear I can never miss
To all them hoes yappin I simply blow em a kiss
She watch me on YouTube, she luv to reminisce
Trae young jersey on, but my offwhites color piss
My name in some rooms but I probably wont hear the diss
3.5 in the wood I swear this shit rolled with bliss
I can't share the wave these niggas stop and copy
When I lock in that mode I feel so out of body
I really hate the public, can you beam me up Scotty
I been had 2 vibes, they waiting in the lobby
We just high life living I turned it to a hobby
As soon as I answer the phone she talk me down like Bobbi
Im not with that interview shit y'all hoes be talking sloppy
I get cheese like molly
Lifestyle not a hobby, horse in the car kimosabe
I know the fake ones they trynna rob me
Shi got dark I know god got me
They pull up get fold origami
Pockets is all chicken no teriyaki
When I cook up this shi look like hibachi
When I look back my chest be hurtin
Tell you how I feel but yea is it worth it
I love my soul but I hate my person
Pretty lil mama I love how she work it
Ion give a fuck ill buy you them purses
I aint the best but I try to be perfect
High as hell why I keep on smirking
I'm posting racks now everybody lurking
I seen her eyes why she trynna flirt me
I'm fucked up my words keep slurrin
Don't say you love me unless you certain
Trynna take me out the light, I was behind the curtain
they push me to the side, look how the tables be turnin