Can'T Feel Myself

(Danny, please don't do anything crazy)

Fuck how they're talkin', we're poppin' this shit right now, yeah, huh-huh
Uh, I'm off the Za and the Wock, can't feel myself, oh, yeah-yeah
Uh, she's a trendin' topic so I'm tryna pipe, oh, yeah-yeah
Ooh, hit it one time, then I'm out, hit it one time, then you're out

In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb, I'm throwin' that bih like a quarterback
Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback

I'm feelin' like Joe or somethin' like Terror Squad, we're blowin' somethin' (hah)
She poppin' them 30s, thinkin' they're workin', but they ain't doin' nothin' (whoo)
She doin' Ozempic, tryna be different, tryna be a newer woman (nah)
That shit a look iffy, need a thicky, need her to move somethin' (iffy)

In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb, I'm throwin' that bih like a quarterback
Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback

Fuck how they're talkin', we're poppin' this shit right now, yeah, huh, huh
Uh, I'm off the Za and the Wock, can't feel myself, oh, yeah-yeah
Uh, she's a trendin' topic so I'm tryna pipe, oh, yeah-yeah
Ooh, hit it one time, then I'm out, hit it one time, then you're out

Like improve somethin', just don't you remove nothin'
Crib like a zoo, jumpin', we got reggaeton bumpin'
I need me two cummin', double-double, quick Drummond (it's lit)
I keep a full drum and never know what fool's comin'

In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb, I'm throwin' that bih like a quarterback
Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback (yeah)

I've been lookin' at the sun, but can't worry
I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry
I might pop a fuck, nigga, yeah, like a wheelie, yeah
I'm used to the murder, I'm from Philly
Money man, my money rubber bandin', shit get silly

In the penthouse playin' with a hundred like, whoa
Big old bag like, whoa
Get that cash like, whoa
Snakes in the grass, got mowed
Everything I say gon' go
Platinum Rollie, no gold
Fuck my girl fast and slow
You know how life goes

Uh, fuck all these bitches and bops, all of these hoes are hot
Ooh, I'm walkin' around with a lot
Pockets is filled with them knots (ayy, fuck the internet, haha)
Bitches just be bitches, I don't give a fuck 'bout much
I think I need me a Ice Spice, yeah, I want me a munch

In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb, I'm throwin' that bih like a quarterback
Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback