FEEL REAL

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yee] Yeah (Psh, yeah) It's a foreign car, I can see the dash when I— (See the dash when I—) Foreign car, you can see the dash when I— (Oh, oh, oh, see the dash when I—) Ayy, lit up, you see— yeah (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, that nigga Mir made the beat) [Verse 1: Lil Yee] This a foreign car, you can see the dash in the windshield (In the windshield) Been a couple hundred up, I need a big mil' Sorry I can't fuck the basic bitch 'cause I'm a big deal (I'm a big deal) I knew I was gon' be the shit ridin' a Big Wheel (Oh) [Chorus: Lil Yee] I go put on Carhartt with the Ricks still (With the Ricks still) Kiss the 8, raw dog, left the brick sealed El Presidente, they ask mе how my wrist feel (Uh) She just got a BBL, baby, but it feel real (Oh, but it feel real) Ayy, but it feel rеal (Real), you must of went to Jung 'cause it feel real Or Dr. Miami 'cause it feel real (Real) [Verse 2: Lil Yee] Ayy, ayy, she just moved to Houston, she focused on dancin' She used to be a booster, I think this bitch a Cancer Her old nigga from Brooklyn, he turned her to a scammer She flyin' back to Oakland and told me I can have her (Have her) I saw my nigga righteous, he called the bitch a bagger I called the ho an Uber, I wish he came faster Ayy, South Central bitches be the baddest ones She had a bank scam, all the golden ones (Ones) I'm in an AMG Benz, I almost tore it up If your watch factory, nigga, hold it up Yeah, and these bitches fuck any nigga with some money It's sixteen hundred in this cup, rich junkie (Rich junkie) [Chorus: Lil Yee & Lil Bean] I go put on Carhartt with the Ricks still (With the Ricks still) Kiss the 8, raw dog, left the brick sealed El Presidente, they ask me how my wrist feel She just got a BBL, baby, but it feel real (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Ayy, but it feel real, you must of went to Jung 'cause it feel real Or Dr. Miami 'cause it feel real (Real, yeah, yeah) [Verse 3: Lil Bean] Huh, baby not a snack, she a whole meal Buyin' all this ice, still got no chill Speedin' in a Wraith, off that Flo Mil Baby, where you goin'? Told her hold still Uh, baby hold still, yeah And my heart still in pieces, she told me let her have it I know I need a haircut, she still say I'm handsome I'm speedin' in a Ghost, I call it Danny Phantom She workin' like Rihanna, we might just start a family She say she like to party, jet skis in Miami I know she got a father, I let her call me daddy I gotta keep a firearm, that shit might come in handy I get her in that room and I'm takin' off her panties I gotta watch it closely, I know these niggas envy If you ain't from the trenches, you might not understand me, yeah [Chorus: Lil Yee] I go put on Carhartt with the Ricks still (With the Ricks) Kiss the 8, raw dog, left the brick sealed El Presidente, they ask me how my wrist feel She just got a BBL, baby, but it feel real (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Ayy, but it feel real, you must of went to Jung 'cause it feel real Or Dr. Miami 'cause it feel real (Real) [Outro: Lil Yee] Ayy, but it feel real Must of went to Jung 'cause it feel real Or Dr. Miami 'cause it feel real