Feelin Myself

(feat. Hell Rell & Freeky Zekey)

[Hell Rell:]

Wazz good ma, wanna roll with a G baby

I mean look around there's nothing but 2 dollar nigga livin' in a 5 dollar world

I know you ain't trying to make change, is you?

You digging, you digging, you digging, me right

You feeling, you feeling, you feeling, me right, right

Dipset

Hell Rell

[Verse 1: Hell Rell:]

See I never met a gangster who don't take no shit

And I never met a pimp who never ate no shrimp

And I never met a bitch who said Rell not a baller

Well maybe a few but them bitches know I'm balling

But today I'm just feeling myself

I'm in a coupe smash, usually ride with me, but today I'm just wheeling myself

Gangster macking, riding down 7th, I see this bad bitch, ass bangin' out them sevens

So I pull up on her, like, ma how you doing, my name is Hell Rell and I make gangster music

She said stop stunting, I already know your name

I sees you on smack, you was fronting in the range

I said that's real shit, ma, fronting ain't my thing

So get to know me better, stop fucking with them lames

So she jumped in the coupe, put her hair in a bun, and put her hand on my leg, and start giving me head

And I said

[Chorus:]

You digging, you digging, you digging, me right

You feeling, you feeling, you feeling, me right

(I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm digging, you right)

(I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling, you right)

Well thanks a lot ma but I'm feeling myself

Thanks a lot ma but I'm feeling myself

Thanks a lot ma but I'm feeling myself

Thanks a lot ma but I'm feeling myself

[Verse 2: Freekey Zekey]

Paddy wagon, popping thru, paddy wagon, pop with dudes

Gangters pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, them things, he had to freeze dude

Chicken paddy in the caddy, with miss Patty, suck it (OHH!)

Know me rude, pourin' thru, let the homies hit it too

Hit a few, bars freaks, spend a few bars

Chain swing, wrist bling, bitches feel me in me car

Dick grillin' kinda hard, started shouting, like he hard, first punch broke his jaw (OHH!)

Slid off with his broad, yea, this is how we do it baby

Dips run the music baby, nothing gonna move us baby

730, yea we crazy, money bagging millions baby, teach you how to get it baby

Yea, freekey feeling hisself, hisself

Shit is so different now, different from the who's now, broke his shit now I'm rich

New child, smell the shit, smell the whips, smell the piff, comin' mami, smell the dick

I'm the shit, smell me bitch, call me Freekey louie now

[Chorus:]

You digging, you digging, you digging, me right

You feeling, you feeling, you feeling, me right

(I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm digging, you right)

(I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling, you right)

Well thanks a lot ma but I'm feeling myself

Thanks a lot ma but I'm feeling myself

Thanks a lot ma but I'm feeling myself

Thanks a lot ma but I'm feeling myself

[Verse: 3 Hell Rell]

I'm a ruger toter, plus a model dater

That nigga scam money your way, I startle paper

Where are you hater, I spot you, red dot you, see you now, depart you later

Excuse me man, I'm feeling myself, play the hand you was delt, nigga, I'm dealing myself

I'm so gangster, send a chill thru myself

I look in the mirror and be real to myself

Listen I ain't got to deal for my health

I'm nice when it comes to this mic shit, iight bitch

Police went outside of my head with nightstick

I done been shot, almost stabbed with ice pick, this is my life bitch

Listen I gotta reason to feel like hell nigga cause I survived it

I'm from a live strip, and if you ain't feeling Hell Rell than homie you can get off my dick

[Chorus:]

You digging, you digging, you digging, me right

You feeling, you feeling, you feeling, me right

(I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm digging, you right)

(I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling, you right)

Well thanks a lot ma but I'm feeling myself

Thanks a lot ma but I'm feeling myself

Thanks a lot ma but I'm feeling myself

Thanks a lot ma but I'm feeling myself