YGM - Feeling Special Lyrics

I just sip on my soup no lentil
She told me she feeling special
She wanna hear her name on my beat but babes It don't fit this instrumental
I smoke zeggies, not menthols
She's telling me I'm sending her mental
My niggas drive round in 19 plates, we don't know bout rentals

I just sip on my soup no lentil
She told me she feeling special
She wanna hear her name on my beat but babes It don't fit this instrumental
I smoke zeggies, not menthols
She's telling me I'm sending her mental
My niggas drive round in 19 plates, we don't know bout rentals

And of course my gang stays drippy
Of course my gang stays litty
And shouts M24, I only dance with a lighter and spliffy
And we touring round London Sides, two young kings in the capital city
I won't stop no I can't stop till me and bro just hit that milly

That's a million views with bro
YGM shelling down shows
Now I'm all gassed like petrol, suttin like Texaco
I'm bad, she's boujee
And she still wants to take this pole
Her man just hates that I'm on her playlist, now there's beef at home

My ex got roundabout but I ain't tryna take no exit
Coz I left that bitch with no deal, suttin like brexit
And no you can't jeet this don, I don't even let them sext it
YGM soon on top, but I guess that one was always expected

I'm a boss on my block like Bando
I'm a menacing kid like Randle
Old school days with socks and sandals
Nowadays the drips too hard to handle
So pull up and raise your glass
No bitch could break this heart
My story's mad don't know where to start
I pull my trigger and I hit that mark

I just sip on my soup no lentil
She told me she feeling special
She wanna hear her name on my beat but babes It don't fit this instrumental
I smoke zeggies, not menthols
She's telling me I'm sending her mental
My niggas drive round in 19 plates, we don't know bout rentals

I just sip on my soup no lentil
She told me she feeling special
She wanna hear her name on my beat but babes It don't fit this instrumental
I smoke zeggies, not menthols
She's telling me I'm sending her mental
My niggas drive round in 19 plates, we don't know bout rentals

I've done bad on my own but I'm good with myself, That's nuttin but stress
And of course I wanna see these bandz
That's nothing but cash and cheques
My shawty be way too peng
Like Trappo of course my ex looks stressed
I won't listen if you tell man stop
I'll keep going till I beat my best

I'm the man of my house and I want it on time so pay your rent
These girls want me in bed
But I won't stop till see this bread
I forgive everyone's mistakes but lord knows too well that I don't forget
I've slept with some regrets, That's literally and in my head

But as time goes on ironically I move forward but thats in the past
If my life comes like a movie all of my bros know they played their part
Some new ones but some from the start
No flint and steel but I've got that spark
And we've already done them shows, now I wanna top them charts

I wanna hold bands till I can't no more, that's the real meaning of paper cuts
Bad Bs just love the kid but I know some man just hate my guts
But I'm trynna stack Ps with my team, so I don't really give a f*ck
And these girls moving like squirrels, cah they all trynna catch this nut

I just sip on my soup no lentil
She told me she feeling special
She wanna hear her name on my beat but babes It don't fit this instrumental
I smoke zeggies, not menthols
She's telling me I'm sending her mental
My niggas drive round in 19 plates, we don't know bout rentals