Feeling Lucky (feat. Swiss Cheese)

OOO Yeah, it's Jimmie CAB OOO Started from the bottom yah (Yeah) Now I'm here (Now I'm here) Pussy nigga tripping yah, I don't care (I don't care) Got my dawgs and some bitches popping and something yah (OOO) I ain't worried about nothing yah (OOO) I might break my budget (OOO) Bitch I'm feeling lucky (OOO, Yah) Bitch I'm feeling lucky (OOO, Yah) Bitch I'm feeling lucky (OOO, Yah) I ain't worried about nothing yah (OOO) Got my dawgs and some bitches Popping and something yah (OOO) I ain't worried about nothing I might break my budget (OOO) I rap, I trap, either way, make that ass clap Sticky, sticky like the tree sap (OOO) Squeaky, squeaky, how the bed goes If I had a gun, I would have some fun Probably have a few dead foes (Bah) Got a flow so sick (OOO) It's going to leave you with a red nose (OOO, Yah) Don't you call me motherfucker (OOO) Just a middle-finger chucker(OOO) Nigga do me a favor (Yah, Man) Can you please shut the fuck up Niggas acting like fingers up assholes Cause they always stuck up (Stuck up) Cheesy, cooler than an ice pack Keep my train of thought on the right tracks Fuck you, you, you You, you, and you too (OOO, Yah) The middle finger on the video Put it all on YouTube Jimmie CAB with the Fruit Loops Nocturnal like coo, coo Is somebody hating on me Actually, that's some good news Started from the bottom yah (Yeah) Now I'm here, (Now I'm here) Pussy nigga tripping yah, I don't care (I don't care) Got my dawgs and some bitches Popping and something yah (OOO) I ain't worried about nothing yah (OOO) I might break my budget (OOO) Bitch I'm feeling lucky (OOO, Yah) Bitch I'm feeling lucky (OOO, Yah) Bitch I'm feeling lucky (OOO, Yah) I ain't worried about nothing yah (OOO) Got my dawgs and some bitches Popping and something yah (OOO) I ain't worried about nothing I might break my budget (OOO) I got green at the bando A nigga lit like a candle Shawty shakes it for the peso Watch it, watch it like cable I hit her back then I roll one Shawty wet like Noah Hit it up on the sofa Won't lie girl you're so fine And I dig you like a gold mine Bottles up then you go down Hit the booty then I home run You are a beauty then I won't lie Your pussy is deeper than my feelings I'm a savage when I eat it Got my niggas in the building Tell them, Jimmie, Jimmie, busy (Yah) Ay Tell them, Jimmie, Jimmie, busy Ay Tell them, Jimmie, Jimmie, busy Ay Tell them, Jimmie, Jimmie, busy Ay, Ay, Aye