Ayy, they ask me how I'm feeling, my n**a I'm feeling lovely

It must be, it must be

All these b**s tryna f**k me

That n**a b**h, all these b**s

Ron Ron do that shit)

They ask me how I'm feeling, my n**a I'm feeling lovely

It must be, everywhere I go they wanna f**k me

Musty, uhh my n**a who got that musty?

It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy

They ask me how I'm feeling, my n**a I'm feeling lovely

It must be, everywhere I go they wanna f**k me

Musty, uhh my n**a who got that musty?

It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy

I'm busting, no tussling

Bad b**h a eater that ain't for discussion, she busting and gushing

She dripping and moaning when I get to f**g

Fufu n**a 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 n**a but I'm misunderstood

Got a ratchet lil b**h and she from Inglewood

I'm moving around, I do nothing but jugg

I'm f**g these h**s like a young n**a should

And you'd do the same if you young n**s could

Just bought the Beamer 'cause that s**t look cleaner

How I get this s**t, n**a serving the fienders

N**a b**s snitching like they serving subpoenas

And my n**s all nuts, you get served by a peanut

Your b**h she a s**t she get curbed and deleted

F**d 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 n**a I'm feeling lovely

It must be, everywhere I go they wanna f**k me

Musty, uhh my n**a who got that musty?

It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy

They ask me how I'm feeling, my n**a I'm feeling lovely

It must be, everywhere I go they wanna f**k me

Musty, uhh my n**a 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 b**h, lil baby I thought you knew

Busting scripts with your b**h for the lean

I'm off a bean, I sip nothing that's clean

I got a Sprite, I'ma turn this s**t pink

I pop a percocet, pink like my drink

Hold up I'm tripping, you ho-ing or going lil b**h?

What the f**k a n**a mean, he ain't pour up like this

Trying to pull up on my n**s like hold up they got sticks

This a hundred dollar cup game, pour up like this

I'm a real right n**a need a real right b**h

Need them blue face hundreds, I'm fiending, I gotta sip

If your b**h 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

Sipping with my same n**s, no new people

I'm kicking s**t, whole gang off prescriptions b**h

Talk chips or my n**s ain't listening