Juice WRLD - How I Feel (Matte Black)

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Yuh yo, yuh yo, yuh yo)
Ya' dig? (Huh, bitch)
Who that, Trell?
Uh, uh

[Chorus]
Fresh up out the jet, you knew I flew private (Bitch)
I feel like a pet, fuck it I feel like a pit (Grr)
I'm gon' take a shit on anyone that was doubtin' (For real, bitch)
Now they know I'm the shit, yeah, young nigga super rich (Cha-ching)
Look at the gold in my mouth you know I'm smilin' (You know I'm smilin', ya' dig)
So many hoes up in my face I could take a pic (Uh-huh, bitch)
Young nigga violent and wildin' (Violent and wildin', grrah)
Choppa on me with a titty as the fuckin' clip (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

Was [Verse]
Leather interior (Uh-huh), matte black exterior (Uh-huh, what else?)
You are inferior, I am superior (Yeah, uh, what else?)
She wanna fuck me with her friend, the more the merrier (Uh, what else?)
Wear a mask, so when my choppa blast, it look scarier (Graah, graah, graah)
I'm nineteen (Yeah), doing grown man shit (Yeah)
On my own, man shit, (Yeah) I'm my own man, bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Choppa make me limp, like an old ass Crip (Graah, graah, graah)
Aimin' from the hip, give his ass a facelift (Hip, yeah)
Now it's blood all on my fashion, how the fuck I'm gon' manage? (Ya' dig)
Body bag him, then hop in the wagon, drive away no crashin' (Ya' dig)
Bite down, molly got me money hungry, need a salad (Ya' dig)
Ain't no handouts, I ain't with that buddy buddy, interaction (Uh, woo)

[Chorus]
Fresh up out the jet, you knew I flew private (Bitch)
I feel like a pet, fuck it I feel like a pit (Grr)
I'm gon' take a shit on anyone that was doubtin' (For real, bitch)
Now they know I'm the shit, yeah, young nigga super rich (Cha-ching)
Look at the gold in my mouth you know I'm smilin' (You know I'm smilin', ya' dig)
So many hoes up in my face I could take a pic (Uh-huh, bitch)
Young nigga violent and wildin' (Violent and wildin', grrah)
Choppa on me with a titty as the fuckin' clip (Baow, baow, baow, baow, grahh)

[Open Verse]