kicking in my jordans. you can tell that i'm feeling myself for the moment
feeling myself holey moley. holey moley
you can tell that i'm feeling myself holey moley. now you know just what it is
reporting from the left side out the fucking map
ain't a motherfucking match. know i gotta stay fly
fly way over your nest. might took it too far and i ain't never coming back. give a bitch a cold shoulder
all this ice around my neck. i said this kid ink baby
see you niggas looking at my rings like smeagol. blowing all these swishers
and my ego got me feeling like ain't nobody equal. in this bitch holey moley
pockets stuffed. just like ravioli where you at
my crib look like best buy
might entertain your girlfriend
no question. you see me rolling with hella bands like chris well
bitch can't show. i said it's kid ink
kicking in my jordans. you can tell that i'm feeling myself for the moment
feeling myself holey moley. holey moley
you can tell that i'm feeling myself holey moley. holey moley
moley in your face. gold chain around my neck
gold bottles by the case. live a fast life
don't know how to pace it
i'm wasted. now it's ridiculousness
you lust for this rough stuff
i leave that pussy rubbed up
settle down with all that loud
we be at where you ain't allowed
but my niggas all hounds. alumni we in here
what i'm about to do in this motherfucker
but i know what i'm feeling myself. i said it's kid ink
kicking in my jordans. you can tell that i'm feeling myself for the moment
feeling myself holey moley. holey moley
you can tell that i'm feeling myself holey moley.