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 shit when they run into me

Only loud pack and liquor give me energy

Cut niggas 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 fucking 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 bitches be hating cause they wishing money on niggas

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, fuck with these bitches and no bitches 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 niggas 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 shit when they run into me

Only loud pack and liquor give me energy

Cut niggas off and now they wondering what got into me