I don't know what got into me
I'm feeling gucci I don't know about my enemies
Haters talk but don't say sh** when they run into me
Only loud pack and liquor give me energy
Cut n***as off and now they wonderin' what got into me
Don't know what got into me, got into me
Sippin Vodka smoking ganga, ain't no f**ing feelin me
Don't know what got into me, got into me
I been making money so I made a couple enemies
Okay, why when I get to the money
these b**hes be hating cause they wishing money on n***as
I, I ain't been sleeping, if the money creeping
I'm ready to drop up a song and a link uhh
Ah, All of my haters is sour like Miller
f** with these b**hes and no b**hes iller
#1 Rapper ain't nobody realer, stinch is so loud can't nobody breala
I'm riding round my side of town and I make em sick to they stomach
If he ain't on, his game right and I sit him out and I sub him, don't love him
But I love that catch cause it make me happy
balling like tay I think I get more feats than athletes
Jennifer Hudson, I'm his dream girl, call all white like mean girls
I'm making noise like a festivle, I'm 3 feet no feets
Green money like vegetables, candy pane lookin edible
Same n***as tried to knock me down, done helped me up on my pedstal
Ugh, I'm feeling gucci ion know about my enemies
Haters talk but don't say sh** when they run into me
Only loud pack and liquor give me energy
Cut n***as off and now they wondering what got into me