ICFM

Lyrics

[Chorus] Ayy, nigga, I can't feel much Nigga try me, we gon' send his ass up Need a new AMG, AMG truck And my my mama pray for me, she think they gon' kill me, uh Let a nigga try me, it's gon' be his luck I want this yop', I got this Glock and handle, fuck I ain't no punk I'm gettin' money, I might yaya dance for every hundred ones You wanna scare me, I get boo-boo bands for every bite you touch [Verse] Ayy, ayy, yeah Nigga, I can't feel much I heard that ho was feelin me, tell that bitch to feel these nuts It ain't bout money, nothin' to do with it, you stupid or you dumb? I be smoking newer shit, you still be smoking crumbs Ayy, bitch, we want up top I need Forgiatto's on this whip, the newest drop I put fours in this Fanta, this the newest foreign pop Nigga, I don't want your bitch, she ain't the newest foreign thot He tryna fight, I bought a mop [Chorus] Ayy, nigga, I can't feel much Nigga try me, we gon' send his ass up Need a new AMG, AMG truck And my my mama pray for me, she think they gon' kill me, uh Let a nigga try me (Nigga, try) Ayy, ayy Let a nigga try me, that's gon' be his luck (That's gon' be his luck) That's gon' be his luck (I can't feel much)