I'm dead,
I'm bougie,
I'm based,
I'm feeling myself
Dead, I'm bougie, I'm based, I'm feeling myself
Dead, I'm bougie, I'm based, I'm feeling myself
I'm dead, I'm bougie, I'm dead
Yeah, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead
Nigga, I'm stylish, on point
Look at my stylist, digital dick on a biatch
Like she a hybrid
She was like, are you a bad guy?
Duh
Like I'm Irish, really
They're like, are you serious?
Duh
This the pilot, got my eye on * like Fetty
We been in * and I ain't dirty
With this bag,
I'm Siri Oh,
I'm boot a hunt,
let's play a *
And they don't know what they playing with No,
I'm not your savior,
I am not the dude
from the friend * I'm bad,
I'm bougie,
I'm based,
I'm feeling
myself Yo,
I'm Gucci,
I'm Coogie,
I'm feeling myself
Yo,
you mad,
you Gucci,
breathe and get off my job
Unless you giving me talk,
the party don't stop,
I'm feeling myself
High key,
they acting like some bitches that love Alice but they don't like me
Forcing it, no lightsabers, you need patience
But still tell some niggas to fight me
I'm feeling myself
*'s automatic, bitch, no, I'm on tempo
I'm bad,
I'm bougie,
I'm based,
I'm feeling myself
Yo, I'm Gucci, I'm Coogie, I'm feeling myself
Yo,
you mad,
you Gucci,
breathe and get off my job
Unless you giving me talk,
the party don't stop,
I'm feeling myself
I'm feeling myself
Feeling myself, yo, feeling myself
I'm bougie, I'm based, I'm feeling myself
I'm bad,
I'm Gucci,
I'm Coogie,
I'm feeling myself