Feelin’ Myself

Lyrics

[Intro: Skooly] Nard & B Yeah, stop all that cap-tivity look I told you niggas, you dig Yeah, when I walk I cost a ticket, you dig I know I'm feeling myself Trench Werk When I talk, I talk a ticket, you dig [Chorus: Skooly] I think I'm feelin' myself, I know I'm feelin' myself I think I'm feelin' myself, I know I'm feelin' myself I got the hat, the jacket to match, I know I'm killin' the bail Givenchy be killin' Chanel, Givenchy be killin' Chanel Yeah yeah yeah, I think I'm feelin' myself Givenchy be killin' Chanel, I think I'm feelin' myself Look like I'm feelin' myself, look like I'm feelin' myself I got the hat, the jacket to match, It look like I'm killin' the bail [Verse 1: Skooly] My kicks Givenchy and shit, my bitch Givenchy and shit My whip, it come with a kick, it do two hundred and shit My bitch, she come with a kick, she got real ass and tits Neighborhood Cali shit, I am not average Don't get overbearing bitch, don't get embarrassed bitch The brick come from Belgium bitch, I pull up in Paris bitch Yeah, I pull up in Paris lit, uh, I think I'm on too many drugs, uh My bitch she on too many drugs, uh, this Glock it got too many slugs That thirty-two thousand in twenties, I stuff it all in my britches Yeah, that's thirty-two days worth of cookin' That's thirty-two cookies, it's all in the kitchen We did it all in the kitchen, huh, junkies be all in the kitchen Just made the J do the dishes and clean up the kitchen That's all for a nickel, that's all that they listen [Chorus: Skooly] I think I'm feelin' myself, I know I'm feelin' myself I think I'm feelin' myself, I know I'm feelin' myself I got the hat, the jacket to match, I know I'm killin' the bail Givenchy be killin' Chanel, Givenchy be killin' Chanel Yeah yeah yeah, I think I'm feelin' myself Givenchy be killin' Chanel, I think I'm feelin' myself Look like I'm feelin' myself, look like I'm feelin' myself I got the hat, the jacket to match, It look like I'm killin' the bail [Bridge: Skooly] Givenchy be killin' Chanel Yeah yeah yeah, Givenchy be killin' Chanel Yeah yeah yeah yeah, Givenchy be killin' Chanel Dead ass wrong, Givenchy be killin' Chanel [Verse 2: Strap] Cutlass, Camero, Chevelle, yeah Dolce, Gabanna, Chanel, yeah I think I'm feelin' myself (what?) Left wrist Cartier Smellin' like kush in my interview I put the bitch in some Jimmy Choos I'm feelin' myself and she dig it too Keep the ho wet like a swimmin' pool The fuck y'all niggas gon' tell me Go check the mailbox in LV This D-Black gang, nigga smell me? East side, west side, they ain't held me West side, east side, they ain't held me I brought the killers in here, yeah I brought the dealers in here, yeah That's why I'm feelin' myself [Verse 3: Skooly] Look, that's why I'm feelin' myself, ain't nothin' realer in here I brought the killers in here, I brought the dealers in here, I brought the stealers in here Yeah, I walked in the club with the blowers, I came with the mob, ain't nothin' real as a crip Purp gang, they doin' this shit like a job, gotta get you niggas hit Now you'll get hit from afar, worst place to get hit in the car I got that from Kevin, the realest done said it, BWA what up? You know we don't play, what up? What did you say? what up? Go get the K, hold up Cock that bitch back, shut up [Chorus: Skooly] I think I'm feelin' myself, I know I'm feelin' myself I think I'm feelin' myself, I know I'm feelin' myself I got the hat, the jacket to match, I know I'm killin' the bail Givenchy be killin' Chanel, Givenchy be killin' Chanel Yeah yeah yeah, I think I'm feelin' myself Givenchy be killin' Chanel, I think I'm feelin' myself Look like I'm feelin' myself, look like I'm feelin' myself I got the hat, the jacket to match, It look like I'm killin' the bail