Grand Slam

I'm feeling like the man Yeah I'm feeling like the man And if you ain't with the plan than it's hard to understand I'm feeling like the man Yeah I'm feeling like the man And if you ain't with the plan than it's hard to understand My fade is on and off Flow be smooth like Hasslehoff On syrup I ain't got a cough I'm spitting flames like a molotov These bitches ain't shit, on some fake shit Fuckin snake shit, not that drake shit Don't mistake it Eating steak but double take it I'm all natural no I never faked it Bitch, lemme kick my feet up and fuck this beat up Fuck these bitches here’s a good idea They can take white crayons and color some fucking zebras My talent is only rising I could fill arenas Can't spit fast but I can beat a cheetah While sipping a margarita w a girl named Rita But really this other girl man no, no I can't leave her Got my thoughts racing like a motherfucking cheetah She can get me numb without using anesthesia I tell my self that I don't need her It's a lie baby girl why Why you got me in my feelings all the time I only want you so fuck that other guy When we're together it be feeling like we're high Endless possibilities we could touch the sky And switch up the flow Y'all ready know Bend over backwards and put on a show When I come through I just pull out the dough Ass moving moving everywhere and I'm like woah Taking shots just for fun got the ammo He acting weird this ain't his M.O He insulted you and that's a new low Then you spit back, and that aim for below Oh shit you fucked him up with a combo Y'all go back and forth just like a game show Screenshot it now, show friends photos You hit me up after like what's up hello We talk all night, 6 hour convo We're meant for each other, but you playing tho Y'all be switching sides like a bitch (Hmm) Y'all be switching tides like a fish (Wavy) Y'all be switching shores like a ship (Shady) That's why my circle smaller than a clit (Baby) Fendi with the prints and no benefits We can go outside and take a hit Your shorty walking by and she hella thick (Yeah) Tell her she can stop by in my whip We be making M's no disconnect Never with the flex, talk shit get recked Yes sir, secure the bag and tie the ends Be assured no new friends (Yeah) Divide with my boys call it dividend Throw it down your throat like a quarterback And catch it in your stomach like a tight end (BRICK SQUAD) I come through to give the wrist Shawty real brave she be talking shit Even while on top of my whip My fault, actually on top of my dick (Splash) Snake ass niggas make me shit Snake ass niggas make me sick (What?) Snake ass niggas make me shit (What?) Shoutout to my ex she a bitch Chanel for my baby that's my chick And that's why my squad is handpicked ya bitch See I just re uped on the wax And Imma kick it back with the facts Maybe it's time to adapt That you can't keep up with the stats I told that bitch I had to let her go Then hit up a girl with edibles Went too many rounds was incredible Left later that day with some medical We up in cloud 9 and it's radical We feeling each other she said it tho Then I remembered she just a hoe And we got love for none of those Bout to expose these fools like pantyhose ¨Listen to what I'm about to tell y'all real quick¨ I left the cave now I see the light That you niggas aren't alright I tried to be polite but I ain't your white knight I am your reckoning, have a fire fight I´ll stab you with a box knife Send you the fucking afterlife cuz I'm feeling like the man yeah I'm feeling like the man And if you ain't with the gang, get the fuck out of our plan Yeah I'm feeling like the man yeah I'm feeling like the man And if you ain't with the gang, get the fuck out of our plan (OG) I'm feeling like the man and it's time to understand These bitches need to know when it's time to lend a hand I'm going to the league these niggas can't hang so fuck You nigga I ain't giving em a chance Shorty looking good so I had to catch a glance, my dick is so big That shit is like bands I had to advance all the way to the top Grinding and shining all the way to the top you can shoot Me in my knees and I'll still be standing tall when you get to My level bitch give me a call (GET) And i'm feeling like the man Yeah I'm feeling like the man Dropping flows hotter than Afghan Catch a backhand you a bitch nigga go to Thailand She don't love you she ain't riding but she sliding Now you wilding I'm just grinding with this rhyming tryna Strive and you just typing, huh, ain't that surprising I'm just glad that I ain't you (Yeah) You just mad that she came through (Ha) Impossible to break like bamboo (What?) In your bitch pouch like a kangaroo (Yeah) Lil nigga get wack get your racks up Yeah you think you nice yeah yeah you tapped up Yeah this shit easy huh yeah layup OG5 next huh yeah we way up