[Lyric] BOO (USNA)

I don’t doubt myself when I get in my head, when I get in my head, when I get in my
I’m just feeling myself, no I don’t get stress, no I don’t get stress, no I don’t get
I don’t doubt myself when I get in my head, when I get in my head, when I get in my
I’m just feeling myself, no I don’t get stress, no I don’t get stress, no I don’t get
(Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up, it’s not funny!)

Santino:
I wish my cut clean like Dyson
I wish I was wide like Tyson
I was I was a Mac
I wish I could create like Tyler
I wish I was a fighter
I wish I had a night rider
I wish I could be like ‘Yoncé
Wish I stacked threes like André
I wish I was Kanye
Never see me sipping Henny
I ain’t Kung-Fu like Kenny
But I make it look sexy

Usna:
Wish I was the motherfucker like Doom
Wish I had a lover like Charli in my room
Wish I was Blond like Frank O
Wish I was Ginger like Hampto
Hanging 2-chainz to my ankles
Beam me up Scotty like Astro
Wish I was Tino with the afro
And they ain’t got no clue like blue
My cloud size nine like my shoes
And I make it look good
Boy I make it look sexy
I don’t doubt myself when I get in my head, when I get in my head, when I get in my
I’m just feeling myself, no I don’t get stress, no I don’t get stress, no I don’t get
I don’t doubt myself when I get in my head, when I get in my head, when I get in my
I’m just feeling myself, no I don’t get stress, no I don’t get stress, no I don’t get

Boy this shit gon’ make me wild
Like two plus two gon’ equal five, yeah
Boy this shit’s like do-or-die
Just keep on dancin’ don’t stop that vibe
Boy this shit gon’ make me wild
Like two plus two gon’ equal five, yeah
Boy this shit’s like do-or-die
Just keep on dancin’ don’t stop that vibe

Santino:
I just wanna eat this beat just like cake
I could never stay running in place
They would never put the suit with my case
Like they just wanna hate my race

Usna:
Lemonade on my fuckin’ bedside
How I keep it fresh like
Livin’ out my best life
Everyday I dress nice
Say it with my chest like
Never settle less
I barely get impressed by
Cheaters and the rest like
Santino & Usna:
Jay with his sex life
Switch up ‘cause the vest tight
Change clothes like it’s West-side
Still fly on the test flight
Flier on the next night
And the next night
Do you create like Tyler?
Nah, I make my shit way tighter (uh)
Are you cool like Frozone?
Nah, I keep my shit hot like the ozone
Is your money up?
Are your O’s low?
You know without me
There’d be no show
‘Cause I’m a pop star
But it’s not nice
If I’m a Spice Girl
Then I’m Westlife

I don’t doubt myself when I get in my head, when I get in my head, when I get in my
I’m just feeling myself, no I don’t get stress, no I don’t get stress, no I don’t get
I don’t doubt myself when I get in my head, when I get in my head, when I get in my
I’m just feeling myself, no I don’t get stress, no I don’t get stress, no I don’t get

Tell your daddy’s ex wife to me on the next night
She just got the that’s lookin’ like a wet wipe
was so lemony
was so fresh
That just taste like a bowl of rice