Feel Good

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh Slab E.N,T, boy! Yeah Chip Tha Rip Mmhmm [Verse 1] Bitch, I feel good, don't I look stupendous? My shine is so endless, ain't shit you can do to end this Even when I'm dead niggas still gon' bump that Chip shit Coke white escalade on sixes for you dipshits So we won't forget this, Midwest nigga be the coldest Cleveland is the city where you hustle or you hopeless And my closet's like a store bitch Only difference is you ain't gon' find this in no store bitch I'm fresher than your whole clique G Shock over D.C. grinding every time you see me That Louis Vuitton complete me Now R.I.P. to ant while I'm out here stunting with Keke I be ridin' super tint, I'm a ghost you never see me 'Cause I'm up above, I'm in the clouds I'm rolling up, I'm looking down Chip in the house, y'all stop ya breathin' I'm a superhero, like Hancock to Cleveland (Nigga) [Chorus] Hell yeah, that nigga shine all the time But look at him you can tell he from the hood Bitch, I feel good Hold up, roll up, we just smoked four blunts And I'm feelin' like I should Bitch, I feel good Nigga where the liquor? Where the cups? Where the ladies, where the sluts? I'm drunk, what Bitch, I feel good And I'ma stay a fresh, fly nigga Doing everything you would if you could Bitch, I feel good [Verse 2] Don't I look tremendous? Damn I feel so splendid I walk up in yo shindig Higher than the ozone, damn I can float home Just call me when you want some, I'm out here by my lonesome Pack a Bape jacket for the winter Polo v-neck for the summer I'm a young hood boss, I do what I wanna If you tryna fuck with me then you better have some commas I be with them OG's, I'm probably stuntin' with yo fatha Problem is you don't want it, nada My nigga's got hella choppas, you gonna need hella doctas And I rep my city proper Probably catch me rockin' Prada, hoppin' off a helicopta In the skizigh, CuDi hand me ya shizzel Nigga we gettin hizzigh Uh, looking for izzigh, yeah here I go The nigga who get your income tax every show (Let's go) [Chorus] Hell yeah, that nigga shine all the time But look at him you can tell he from the hood Bitch, I feel good Hold up, roll up, we just smoked four blunts And I'm feelin' like I should Bitch, I feel good Nigga where the liquor? Where the cups? Where the ladies, where the sluts? I'm drunk, what Bitch, I feel good And I'ma stay a fresh, fly nigga Doing everything you would if you could Bitch, I feel good