Gustav Lundi matin song lyrics

I'll be everywhere, everybody know me

Super, super fresh, what a dope styling

Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck

Givenchy, keep the chickens in check

All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib

Dru heel, got somebody slipping on my bed

She give me IQ, that mean she get a head

I just give the beats, I don't give a bread

'Cause we be in the club

Bottles on deck

And god dammit, god dammit

I'm feeling myself

'Cause I'mma get it all

And I'mma throw it up

Like god dammit, god dammit

I'm feeling myself

Look up in the mirror

The mirror look at me

The mirror be like baby you the sh*t

God dammit you the sh*t

You the sh*t, you the sh*t

God dammit you the sh*t

God dammit you the sh*t

You the sh*t, yes sir