Feel Like This (feat. LUIS!)

Now I'm feeling this bitch Now I'm feeling this bitch (woah, woah) I cannot quit, nah man, I cannot quit (nah) 'Cause these puzzle pieces, they mothafucking fit (they fit) And when they don't, you niggas, slit your fucking wrist Ain't no apology Ain't no I'm sorry G Flexin' my nigga, you studying myology I know it's up to me, I know it's up to me, so high in space it's astrology Open the gates, I got the key, throw that shit back, and do it chronologically I know it's up to me, I know it's up to me I know what's up to me This shit a gift (for real) The way I feel (like this) Grab the bag, I cannot miss Gon' have yellow diamonds (like what) That look like piss I know a nigga done want some (nah) I know a nigga fucking dumb (yeah) I know a nigga fucking up But listen, I know (I know, I know) I know a nigga doing best (yeah) I know a nigga can't rest (nah) I know a nigga, who say f*ck you with his whole chest And I kill yo own path (pew) And you feel my own wrath (ya) And this shit is so fun Nigga I laugh, I laugh, and I laugh And nigga, this wrap's (over) 'Cause you can't even count on a nigga who can't even do simple math This shit is dirty, I need a bath (what, woah) I wanna do this rap shit And I will, watch me nigga (yeah) I wanna do this rap shit, but I know my mom ain't proud of me I wanna turn out the greatest so I can't get no mockery I wanna make you happy, make me feel like I won the lottery I wanna stack my cash, niggas think it's a fucking robbery Stretch in the bag, stretch in the bag Hit the studio, I'm calling a cab In first, so I don't gotta brag, niggas be pussy, they dress up in drag She playing both sides, playing a fag Niggas is pussy, where the f*ck is you at Calm down, nigga, you ain't gonna last I'll be here forever, this ain't no gag He ask for the total, I get it for low low Nigga hit plays, he said he mobile YMI shit, we got it on global (global) Our voices are big, cause we be vocal Young minded cause we be noble And we be motivated, that's the focal Writin' fire bars, yeah, that's the scoville That boy hang from the rope Hit him with scopes and he losing all hope He ain't about it, his skin turnin' white, yeah he turn to a hoe I look at your bitch for the one time she all on her knees and she sucking my soul Your bitch said she love me but she a f*ck buddy So I'ma go Casper the ghost (skrrt) Okay, ayy, what you saying, yeah Okay, bitch, yeah you playing, huh Talking too much, don't give two fucks, got two blunts that I'm facing I'm popping these tags up (yeah) I'm getting these bags up They all go from haters to fans, yeah The moment you glow up Ayy, back it up, back it up (aye) F*ck it up, f*ck it up