Feelin’ Good

Lyrics

[OTF NuNu: Hook] Drop top Rolls Royce got me feelin' good Bitch I'm headed to the top, yeah I'm feelin' good Check a bag, operation make it out the hood Iced-out Audemar got me feelin' good Drop a deuce in that 20 got me feelin' good Got a pocket full of hunnids, yeah I'm feelin' good Tryna take me out my glory, wish a nigga would First place, niggas mad but I'm feelin' good [Verse 1] Bitch I'm feelin' good, yeah I'm True'd up Couple shooters on my team you know we turnin' up Bad bitches on my dick you know they tryna fuck Automatic, drum clips, who want war with us? White Pelly, white letters, we trend setters Sneak diss, we comin' for you, we dough getters My gang, 3 words or 3 letters (O-T-F) 8 months, in the game I'm gettin' better Up the .40, hit'em up with no sweater XD's, 40 Ruger's and few Beretta's Solid niggas, never fold under pressure Bang Bros, fuckin' bitches, Hugh Hefner Audemar on my wrist, bitch that's 30 G's Rari's by the drop top, got no keys Red bone, super thick like Alicia Keys Two 40, both twins call'em Siamese Feelin' good, poppin' bottles up in first place Chiraq, O-T-F you know we holdin' weight Niggas pussy, they ain't real and I can't relate Foreign car, V12, it's a straight eight Breitling, iced-out, can't see the face Bailey, gold bottles, got a fifth of 8 On my way to the top and I can't wait Fendi everything, got a nigga feelin' great [Hook] [Verse 2] Hold on, hold on, wait a minute, know I'm feelin' good When you make it to the top they say you Hollywood Niggas mad cause thay ain't never make it out the hood Ridin' round wit' my pipe, I wish a nigga would Rolex, Robin Jeans and white Prada's O-T-F on the rise and they can't stop us Flexin' in designer, Dolce & Gabbana We gon' make it out the hood, I put that on my mama Close a door, pressin' button, that's how you started Boss niggas don't carry money they tell'em charge it Sippin' med, I'm feelin' good don't need a doctor Fully loaded, wit' the squad for sirens we cautious Tweak wit' us, we smokin' shit you better stop it Carry 30's, wartime, we play wit' Choppers Squad bussin', they off the drug, they poppin' yappers Murder scene, close case, we takin' talkers Feelin' good, popped a flat, got me goin' crazy Drop the deuce in that 20, got me feelin' lazy Got a pocket full of hunnids, love them big faces Color Stones on my neck like a nigga racist Louie loafers, 2 straps with no license Foreign car, foreign bitches, exotic places Feds watchin', Instagram, they build the cases Feelin' good, O-T-F we finally made it [Hook]