Feel Like Sam

[Chorus]
In disguise, my jeans Undercover
Hold it down when it comes to my brothers
I'm with Gads pass him the cutta
Goin' fast I might fumble
Call my bitch I'm tryna cuddle
I don't flex I stay subtle
Hit the dab I'm blowing out bubbles
Hit the trap cause I'm tryna hustle
Touchdown in a whole nother state I'm speedin'
Smoke me a whole nother eighth I'm fienin'
Girl I don't want you, the reason for cheatin'
I can't hop in the Hellcat, I don't fuck with the Demons
Pray to god for all my achievements
Pray to god just to clutch all my feelings
I feel like I died
I feel like I wanna get high
I feel like I wanna cry

[Verse]
Tell my baby, "I'm your guy"
And shе tellin' me she cold
Comе here I can keep you warm inside
You say you stayin' by my side
If your ex come around, Imma up that fye on him
What I said, I'm tired of him
I'm tired of niggas hatin' in my mails
Call my bestie tryna make some fucking bands
Call up Chico heard he copped a fucking Benz
Call up Macten tryna tap in with the scams
Crash the whip now I feel like Sam
Do what I want, I feel like Sam
Got me a show gotta shout out Sam
Streams goin' up gotta shout out Sam
Face it, all the blunts I gotta face em'
All these problems I gotta face em'

[Chorus]
In disguise, my jeans Undercover
Hold it down when it comes to my brothers
I'm with Gads pass him the cutta
Goin' fast I might fumble
Call my bitch I'm tryna cuddle
I don't flex I stay subtle
Hit the dab I'm blowing out bubbles
Hit the trap cause I'm tryna hustle
Touchdown in a whole nother state I'm speedin'
Smoke me a whole nother eighth I'm fienin'
Girl I don't want you, the reason for cheatin'
I can't hop in the Hellcat, I don't fuck with the Demons
Pray to god for all my achievements
Pray to god just to clutch all my feelings
In disguise, my jeans Undercover
Hold it down when it comes to my brothers
I'm with Gads pass him the cutta
Goin' fast I might fumble
Call my bitch I'm tryna cuddle
I don't flex I stay subtle
Hit the dab I'm blowing out bubbles

[Outro]
In disguise, my jeans Undercover
Hold it down when it comes to my brothers
I'm with Gads pass him the cutta
Goin' fast I might fumble
Call my bitch I'm tryna cuddle
I don't flex I stay subtle
Hit the dab I'm blowing out bubbles
Hit the trap cause I'm tryna hustle
Touchdown in a whole nother state I'm speedin'
Smoke me a whole nother eighth I'm fienin'
Girl I don't want you, the reason for cheatin'
I can't hop in the Hellcat, I don't fuck with the Demons
Pray to god for all my achievements
Pray to god just to clutch all my feelings
I feel like I died
I feel like I wanna get high
I feel like I wanna