Feeling Myself

[Intro: Se7en]
Umm, hah, oh yeah
Look

[Verse 1: Se7en]
K, I'm so messed up
I'm so dressed up
Got some bad hoes with me, tits so pressed up (Yeah)
The club so packed (Packed)
The streets so packed (Packed)
Tell them girls to back it up
And beep beep that ass (Go!)
Put the beats on blast (Go)
They're blaring out the PA (Yeah)
So turnt up much love to the DJ
Shouts go out to Rise
We gonna keep it Steezy!
Check the new whip
Triple digits on the freeway (Vroom-vroom)
Hey, she wanna ride with the bass up (Up)
G force to the face smear your make up (Smear your make up)
It's a party in this bitch put your cake up (Put 'em up)
Yeah it's a party in this bitch (Put 'em up)
When I wake up, baked! (Go!)
Like where the fucks the cake (Cake)
I got the munchies man
I ain't even try'na wait (No)
3 LP's, a couple Mixtapes
And I'm headed to top
With my boy Naughty Nate
Get it straight... (Yeah)

[Chorus: Se7en]
Yeah, I'm so decked up
And I'm feelin' myself
(Feelin myself, feelin, feelin myself)
Got a bad bitch with me
And she feelin herself
(Feelin myself, feelin, feelin myself)
So fresh to death
That I'm killin myself
(Killin myself, killin, killin myself)
If you know
You're the shit start feelin' yourself
(feelin yourself, feelin, feelin yourself)
Ay!

[Verse 2: Nathan Ryan]
You know damn well
I'm feelin myself
At the weed store
And I'm feelin TopShelf
Fuck an interview
I ain't feelin no press
And you can't shake my hand
Cause I'm feelin myself..
Then I walk up in that bitch
Don't give a fuck about your crew boy
Just left the dealership
And guess who copped a new toy
Goldie on the wrist
And you wish it wasn't true boy
Next level shit
While you still askin for nudes boy
Best she ever had
And she mothafuckin know that
Grabbin on her ass
Where I mothafuckin throw that
Tokin doin dabs
Can you mothafuckin ghost that?
Think I give a damn look
At the mothafuckin throat tat
Feelin outta place
Party at T. Swift home
Get up out my face bro
This a no lift zone
Long hurr don't curr yeah
It look great
You can catch your boy Nate
With a smile on my face and a...

[Chorus: Se7en]
Yeah, I'm so decked up
And I'm feelin' myself
(Feelin myself, feelin, feelin myself)
Got a bad bitch with me
And she feelin herself
(Feelin myself, feelin, feelin myself)
So fresh to death
That I'm killin myself
(Killin myself, killin, killin myself)
If you know
You're the shit start feelin' yourself
(feelin yourself, feelin, feelin yourself)
Ay!