Feelin Myself Lil Gotit

[Intro]
Yeah, 360 boy, know what I'm sayin'?
The Pope livin', hehe, nah
—60, uh, uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah
360, uh, hrrrt, whoo (Taurus)
Yeah, yeah, 360 boy, uh, hrrrt
Yeah
360, ah, 360, hrrrt

[Verse 1]
Sixty carat my neck
Showin' my muscle, I can't wait to flex
My Glick got a button so you know the rest
I hit the trigger, know, "Hrrrt, hah"
I hit that "Hrrrt," yeah and he die
Losin' a brother like losin' yo' mind
Just to have him back, I'll give up my spine
Whips back-to-back, I'm on that Pope time
Yeah, don't sleep on this shit
Go flush out a Xan
I'm new to yo' city, I'm fresh off the plane
Yeah, you get lil' bro-ed, ain't snatchin' no chain
Stood at McDonald's begging for the fame
Wanted the money too, ain't no layin'
Player put me down to invest in some planes
Watches, ain't no Ricky, go insane
Stop it, ain't no rocking, we can't hang
Stop it, I see you tellin' on the gang
Stop it, four, five, six, seen a pot, stock it
My ho got my blick in her wig, rocket
HoodBaby, he came from the trenches
They speak on me highly
If I speak on that bitch, she got mob sliders
She Maybach-ing bouncin'
I'm in and I'm out it
I come through rockin' more rings than a Audi
Do my own boss, I don't care for the signin'
I'm in Givenchy taking me a piss
Look like a rich nigga on a bitch
Heartbreaker kid, tell on a bitch
Heartstoppers in the clip on the blick
I ain't got a problem, turn up my bitch
She bitchin' and bitchin' and yo' bitch in that bi'h
I ain't got a problem, stay out the mix
I ain't never pressed the beef 'bout a chick