Wat it feel lykë Yeat

[Intro]
(I-I-I—)
(I-I-I—)
(I-I-I—)
(I-I-I—)
(I-I-I'm working on dying)
(BNYX)

[Chorus]
Uh, everything 'bout this shit come down to real life
Yeah, if you gon' pop that Perc', you 'bout that pill life
Yeah, I stack this money so high, had this shit lookin' real nice
Yeah, tell me what it feel like
I wanna flood my Red' like I went and flooded the coupe, yeah
I'm on the phone with my red eye, I couldn't even tell you the truth

[Post-Chorus]
Heard you went back like PEZ
I stack it up all ways, yeah
Some money, big money, small money
I got the bitch out the bank off-latе
I can't even fuck with the samе, they're a motherfuckin' rat, they're a motherfuckin' fed
Why they all tryna be inside my business? I'm just tryna get me that bread
I don't give a fuck what they say, you a boy or a girl, you get left on read

[Verse]
I don't give a shit what you sayin', you a goddamn rat (Ayy)
Yeah, I like the coupe with the blick, but the bitch all black (Ayy)
Yeah, I got a blick with the teeth and it bite down back (Ayy)
(Yeah, we skrrt in the coupe, but the bitch all black, yeah-yeah)