Grand Slam Video (MV)

I'm feeling like the man
Yeah I'm feeling like the man
And if you ain't with the plan than it's hard to understand
I'm feeling like the man
Yeah I'm feeling like the man
And if you ain't with the plan than it's hard to understand
My fade is on and off
Flow be smooth like Hasslehoff
On syrup I ain't got a cough
I'm spitting flames like a molotov
These bitches ain't shit, on some fake shit
F*ckin snake shit, not that drake shit
Don't mistake it
Eating steak but double take it
I'm all natural no I never faked it
Bitch, lemme kick my feet up and f*ck this beat up
F*ck these bitches here's a good idea
They can take white crayons and color some f*cking zebras
My talent is only rising I could fill arenas
Can't spit fast but I can beat a cheetah
While sipping a margarita w a girl named Rita
But really this other girl man no, no I can't leave her
Got my thoughts racing like a motherf*cking cheetah
She can get me numb without using anesthesia
I tell my self that I don't need her
It's a lie baby girl why
Why you got me in my feelings all the time
I only want you so f*ck that other guy
When we're together it be feeling like we're high
Endless possibilities we could touch the sky
And switch up the flow
Y'all ready know
Bend over backwards and put on a show
When I come through I just pull out the dough
Ass moving moving everywhere and I'm like woah
Taking shots just for fun got the ammo
He acting weird this ain't his M.O
He insulted you and that's a new low
Then you spit back, and that aim for below
Oh shit you f*cked him up with a combo
Y'all go back and forth just like a game show
Screenshot it now, show friends photos
You hit me up after like what's up hello
We talk all night, 6 hour convo
We're meant for each other, but you playing tho
Y'all be switching sides like a bitch
(Hmm)
Y'all be switching tides like a fish
(Wavy)
Y'all be switching shores like a ship
(Shady)
That's why my circle smaller than a clit
(Baby)
Fendi with the prints and no benefits
We can go outside and take a hit
Your shorty walking by and she hella thick
(Yeah)
Tell her she can stop by in my whip
We be making M's no disconnect
Never with the flex, talk shit get recked
Yes sir, secure the bag and tie the ends
Be assured no new friends
(Yeah)
Divide with my boys call it dividend
Throw it down your throat like a quarterback
And catch it in your stomach like a tight end
(BRICK SQUAD)
I come through to give the wrist
Shawty real brave she be talking shit
Even while on top of my whip
My fault, actually on top of my dick
(Splash)
Snake ass niggas make me shit
Snake ass niggas make me sick
(What?)
Snake ass niggas make me shit
(What?)
Shoutout to my ex she a bitch
Chanel for my baby that's my chick
And that's why my squad is handpicked ya bitch
See I just re uped on the wax
And Imma kick it back with the facts
Maybe it's time to adapt
That you can't keep up with the stats
I told that bitch I had to let her go
Then hit up a girl with edibles
Went too many rounds was incredible
Left later that day with some medical
We up in cloud 9 and it's radical
We feeling each other she said it tho
Then I remembered she just a hoe
And we got love for none of those
Bout to expose these fools like pantyhose
¨Listen to what I'm about to tell y'all real quick¨
I left the cave now I see the light
That you niggas aren't alright
I tried to be polite but I ain't your white knight
I am your reckoning, have a fire fight
I´ll stab you with a box knife
Send you the f*cking afterlife cuz
I'm feeling like the man yeah I'm feeling like the man
And if you ain't with the gang, get the f*ck out of our plan
Yeah I'm feeling like the man yeah I'm feeling like the man
And if you ain't with the gang, get the f*ck out of our plan
(OG)
I'm feeling like the man and it's time to understand
These bitches need to know when it's time to lend a hand
I'm going to the league these niggas can't hang so f*ck
You nigga I ain't giving em a chance
Shorty looking good so I had to catch a glance, my dick is so big
That shit is like bands I had to advance all the way to the top
Grinding and shining all the way to the top you can shoot
Me in my knees and I'll still be standing tall when you get to
My level bitch give me a call
(GET)
And i'm feeling like the man
Yeah I'm feeling like the man
Dropping flows hotter than Afghan
Catch a backhand you a bitch nigga go to Thailand
She don't love you she ain't riding but she sliding
Now you wilding I'm just grinding with this rhyming tryna
Strive and you just typing, huh, ain't that surprising
I'm just glad that I ain't you
(Yeah)
You just mad that she came through
(Ha)
Impossible to break like bamboo
(What?)
In your bitch pouch like a kangaroo
(Yeah)
Lil nigga get wack get your racks up
Yeah you think you nice yeah yeah you tapped up
Yeah this shit easy huh yeah layup
OG5 next huh yeah we way up