Feel Like Diddy Lyrics – FattMack

Read the full Feel Like Diddy lyrics by FattMack along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy FattMack’s music, you can also explore Where We Went Wrong and Make Me Sick, two other songs by FattMack.

[Chorus]
My whole gang, we can’t be fu*ked with
I’ll trust a n!gga, out the streets before I trust a b!tch
But a n!gga better believe I got my heat and I bust this b!tch
I stay down, I ain’t rush this s*it
Look at me now, I’m up as s*it
I’m real close to a million
I get 300 for my album, when I drop, I feel like Diddy
We got military grade guns, we used to ride with smittas
I fu*ked his hoe that pu*sy, A1, I’m clutching while I’m in it
I’m riding with Tali that’s my day one, you look wrong and I’ll kill ya
[Verse: 1]
Richer than a b!tch, still get a four for four from Wendy’s
Uh, pop pills, now I’m twitching, I’m putting poison in my liver
High as fu*k, I’m saying triple, think it’s sweet?, I’ll still kill ya
I throw my five, look real close and shoot the man up in the middle
I pay a ten, his ass got fried like I’m a Mc Griddle
While I’m drivin’, please don’t pull on side of me, my bro at the window
When some s*it gon’ stop your fu*king ride, you dying if you up in it
Get mad at life and go get fu*king high I’m really tryna end this s*it

[Chorus]
My whole gang, we can’t be fu*ked with
I’ll trust a n!gga, out the streets before I trust a b!tch
But a n!gga better believe I got my heat and I bust this b!tch
I stay down, I ain’t rush this s*it
Look at me now, I’m up as s*it
I’m real close to a million
I get 300 for my album, when I drop, I feel like Diddy
We got military grade guns, we used to ride with smittas
I fu*ked his hoe that pu*sy, A1, I’m clutching while I’m in it
I’m riding with Tali that’s my day one, you look wrong and I’ll kill ya

[Verse: 2]
They tryna make FattMack the villain
Soon as I tell you, no, you get to saying, I never did s*it for you ever and that’s some b!tch s*it

Bae, I love you, real s*it
Last thing I wanna see is you tryna leave, I really need you
That’s real s*it, That’s real talk, I’m a real boss
All this lean, I sip, I’m never sick, I don’t ever cough
Police ever ask me, I won’t tell them s*it
I won’t snitch on my dawg
You my b!tch, you know you spoiled as s*it
You designer down, you ain’t my mama

[Chorus]
My whole gang, we can’t be fu*ked with
I’ll trust a n!gga, out the streets before I trust a b!tch
But a n!gga better believe I got my heat and I bust this b!tch
I stay down, I ain’t rush this s*it
Look at me now, I’m up as s*it
I’m real close to a million
I get 300 for my album, when I drop, I feel like Diddy
We got military grade guns, we used to ride with smittas
I fu*ked his hoe that pu*sy, A1, I’m clutching while I’m in it
I’m riding with Tali that’s my day one, you look around and I’ll kill ya