Feng Shui lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (Smokin' good dope on these b*tch-ass n*ggas)
Yeah, this sh*t too easy for me (n*ggas hoes)
Yeah, uh (Lil Uzi)

[Chorus]
When I'm in the booth, you know I make my funk face
I been f*ckin' b*tches everyday just like it's hump day (Yeah)
Let her sit front seat up in my Lamb', you know it's suck day (Yeah)
Met that b*tch on Saturday, I swear I'm done by Sunday (Yeah)
Yeah, I knew would make all them millions, I'm like, "One day"
I was smokin' gas, I put the smoke right where my lungs stay
n*ggas, they don't get my swag, no, they don't get my feng shui
Louis belt up on my ass and that's right whеre my gun stay

[Verse]
Oop, I mean my hip and I put di*k right on her lip
And thеn when I tell her to dip, that b*tch, she prolly gonna dip (Bye)
And I be switchin' out my swag because these n*ggas stealin' drip (Uh-huh)
Catchin' deals off my iPhone, plays off the flip (Blrrt)
And I got a gangster b*tch, she like to play with the clip (Hello?)
She put the clip right on her clit
A lot of weed is not a zip, I swear I'm smokin' out the pound
Sellin' crack by the nick, b*tch, you ran out of luck, no, you've not lost it (Uh-huh)
If I run out of Backwoods I cannot light a Swish'
R Kelly, canary diamonds, b*tch, I'm all out of p*ss
Man, I f*cked these n*ggas wifeys, man, they all out of Misses
She suck up on my di*k so I'm all out kisses (Mwuah)
I can't f*ck up on that b*tch, I heard that ho'll leave you itchin' (Ew, yeah)
Feel like Grimes, Elon Musk money, this sh*t got me glitchin'
Man, this RP, it keep bustin' and this b*tch, it got me itchin'
Got my dreads back on my head, but my Glock gon' need a extension
f*cked this b*tch up in my bed, yeah, she leavin' out my tenture
b*tch, I'm gone off the meds, man, my plug got my mention
Put a sword on my Choppa like a lil' n*gga fencin'
If I run out bullets best believe I'm gon' start hittin'
I said, left, right, left, right, uppercut, hook
If I catch you with this hook, then you already shook
You can't learn this game by no motherf*ckin' book
If I go on a heist, no, I will not be shook
Bank robbery, countin' all these moneys and the profit
Bad b*tch all on me 'cause they know that I got the dollars
I got so much money, it don't fit in the wallet
Goyard wallet on me just 'cause I'm stylish, I got—
Balmains on me, I can't do Amiri (Uh-uh)
I been f*ckin' on this b*tch and this sh*t is so scary
'Cause I got my own b*tch, what if that happened to me? (What?)
Yeah, I got so much gas, yeah, it look like I got a tree
Yeah, I got so many hoes, man, this sh*t don't make no sense
Yeah, I got so many hoes, man, I feel like 50 Cent
Yeah, I got b*tches on me, yeah, they want me to pay their rent
Yeah, after I f*ck, b*tch, I say the money spent, yeah
Four pockets full, go to the club, Lil Baby
b*tch, I'm Blood baby, b*tch, it's "Suwoo", Blood crazy
f*ck a 360, red 'Rari, cost me three-eighty (Skrrt)
Duckin' old ladies, 'cause I prolly got three babies
"Bangin' on the beat, but you from Philly, how you do that?"
n*ggas keep on askin' questions, I'ma get your crew wacked (Blrrt)
Act like I ain't do it, man, don't ask me where your crew at
b*tch, I know a voodoo doctor, I can get your crew back
Pockets cheese, heavy Gouda
n*ggas soft, Toaster Strudel
n*ggas took my f*ckin' swag, not a snitch, I can't sue ya
If you in my f*ckin' section, my n*ggas gon' prolly move you
I don't even trust no hoes, n*gga, I only trust my shooter
I don't even trust my shooter, 'cause I don't know about all the bodies
I can make a ghost gun, call that sh*t a carbon copy
Yeah, that b*tch, she tried to play me but she got a hard ass body
I was up for three days off some f*ckin' good molly
All these karats, n*ggas perish, yeah, we call these n*ggas Polly
I got n*ggas in Atlanta and they speak of me highly
Why that n*ggas got a problem? I f*cked his b*tch and I said, "Prolly"
Property up out The Valley, I don't ever go to Cali'
[Chorus]
When I'm in the booth, you know I make my funk face
I been f*ckin' b*tches everyday just like it's hump day (Yeah)
Let her sit front seat up in my Lamb', you know it's suck day (Yeah)
Met that b*tch on Saturday, I swear I'm done by Sunday (Yeah)
Yeah, I knew would make all them millions, I'm like, "One day"
I was smokin' gas, I put the smoke right where my lungs stay
n*ggas, they don't get my swag, no, they don't get my feng shui
Louis belt up on my ass and that's right where my gun stay