Uhh
Slab E.N,T, boy!
Yeah
Chip Tha Rip
Mmhmm

Bitch I feel good
Don't I look stupendous?
My shine is so endless
Ain't shit you can do to end this
Even when I'm dead n***a's still gon' bump that Chip shit
Coke white escalade on 6's for you dipshits
So you won't forget this, midwest n***a be the coldest
Cleveland is the city where you hustle or you hopeless
And my closet's like a store bitch
Only difference is you ain't gon' find this in no store bitch
It's fresher than your whole clique
G shock over D.C. grindin' everytime you see me
Hum louis Vuitton complete me
Now r.i.p. to ant while I'm out here stuntin with keke
I be ridin' super tint
I'm a ghost you never see me
Cause I'm up above, I'm in the clouds, I'm rollin up, I'm lookin down
Chip in the house, ya'll stop ya breathin
I'm a superhero, like hancock to cleveland (n***a)

Hell yea, that nigguh shine all the time but look at him you can tell he from the hood
Bitch, I feel good
Hold up, roll up, we just smoked 4 blunts and I'm feelin like I should
Bitch, I feel good
N***a where the liquor? Where the cups? Where the ladies, where the sluts? I'm drunk, what
Bitch, I feel good
And I'ma stay a fresh, fly nigguh doin' everything you would if you could
Bitch, I feel good

Don't I look tremdous?
Damn I feel so splendid
I walk up in yo shindig
Higher than the o-zone, damn I can float home
Just call me when you want some
I'm out here by my lonesome
Pack a bape jacket for the winter polo v-neck for the summer
I'm a young hood boss, I do what I wanna
If you tryna fuck with me then you better have some bros hun
I fuck wit them OG's, I'm probably stuntin with yo fathaaa
Problem is you don't want it, nada
My nigguh's got hella choppas, you gonna need hella doctaaas
And I rep my city proper
Probably catch me rockin' prada, hoppin off a helicoptaaa
In the skizigh, CuDi hand me ya shizit
N***a we gettin hizigh
Uh, lookin for izigh, yeah here I go
The n***a who get your income tax every show (lets go)

Hell yea, that nigguh shine all the time but look at him you can tell he from the hood
Bitch, I feel good
Hold up, roll up, we just smoked 4 blunts and I'm feelin like I should
Bitch, I feel good
N***a where the liquor? Where the cups? Where the ladies, where the sluts? I'm drunk, what
Bitch, I feel good
And I'ma stay a fresh, fly nigguh doin' everything you would if you could
Bitch, I feel good