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[Chorus] Feel like Puffy, feel like B.I.G Feel like Ray Charles, niggas ain't seein' me Fuck your homie, he dead, bitch I'm in a brand new Bentley And I ain't lowkey, in my fishbowl, you gon' see me Feel like Puffy, feel like B.I.G Feel like Ray Charles, niggas ain't seein' me Fuck your homie, he dead, bitch I'm in a brand new Bentley And I ain't lowkey, in my fishbowl, you gon' see me [Verse 1] Niggas pussy 2K18, kill a nigga, you a rookie I aim at your head, try to knock it off, if God was with you ,you lucky (lucky bitch) I dare any nigga touch me, I got shooters on payroll I leave your ass with a halo, bitch I got bread like a bagel I be rollin' off pills, I be higher than Fabo Fuckin' your bitch on her new kitchen table I pull out and bust a nut on her navel, ayy He say he gon' shoot when he see me I hope he know I'm goin' out with a bang She suck my dick and I grip on her bangs She ain't never even tell me her name, ayy Oh she want some fame? oh she want some fame? Fuck you on Live, pass you to the gang You ain't 'bout that action, just stay in your lane You diss on my name, oh you want some clout? We run in your house, put gun in your mouth We killin' every living thing in your house, uh I got some shooters out west, uh I got some shooters out south Watch what you say and get hit in your mouth She mumblin', she got my dick in her mouth You ain't a street nigga so how can I vouch you? Huh, my bitch got a gun in her pouch And it's four-five, bullets like your size Fuck with me wrong and I'm spittin' 'em out [Chorus] Feel like Puffy, feel like B.I.G Feel like Ray Charles, niggas ain't seein' me Fuck your homie, he dead, bitch I'm in a brand new Bentley And I ain't lowkey, in my fishbowl, you gon' see me Feel like Puffy, feel like B.I.G Feel like Ray Charles, niggas ain't seein' me Fuck your homie, he dead, bitch I'm in a brand new Bentley And I ain't lowkey, in my fishbowl, you gon' see me [Verse 2] I put a bag on a nigga Pull up in a truck with a bag full of niggas Jim Carey, pull up in a mask on a nigga I'm trigger happy, I'll blast on a nigga I tell Kid turn up the tempo Red beam lookin' just like a pimple I put this red beam on your temple Clip so big, can't fit out the window Bitch so thick, can't fit in her leg hole I know some GD's stackin' like Legos I'm 'bout the money, I'm 'bout the dinero Outwest 290, bitch I'm from the ghetto Drop your location, pop up like Eggos Get hit with a bow and arrow Gucci cape, clark Kent, I'm a superhero Sixty-nine with your bitch, call me Rey Mysterio All these rappers scared of me 'cause I'm a fuckin' weirdo I pop pills and drink Henny, I don't sip no beer though And you ain't gotta go home bitch but you gotta get out of here though [Chorus] Feel like Puffy, feel like B.I.G Feel like Ray Charles, niggas ain't seein' me Fuck your homie, he dead, bitch I'm in a brand new Bentley And I ain't lowkey, in my fishbowl, you gon' see me Feel like Puffy, feel like B.I.G Feel like Ray Charles, niggas ain't seein' me Fuck your homie, he dead, bitch I'm in a brand new Bentley And I ain't lowkey, in my fishbowl, you gon' see me
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