Feel Good

Lyrics

[Intro: Detwan Love] (Boomin need extras) Hmm, Wop, what we on, bro? You said EP in one night, huh? Hmm [Verse 1: Detwan Love] My nigga playin' games 'round this bitch, I should fuck him up Keep playin', I'ma turn into a barber, yeah, touch you up Ayy, why these cameramans playin' 'round this bitch? Huh It fucked my heart up when my best friend snitched, huh I would say a nigga name, but I know he want some fame off me I pull up to your shoot, drop fifty, I got Dame on me Okay, I'm trippin', I'm walkin' through the rain, ain't got no rain on me I'm at a party with all bitches, it's a sleepover I supply E pills at the sleepover You done put that on your brother, you be slidin', yeah, he rollin' over [Verse 2: YSR Gramz] I ain't gon' lie, my first phone was a Motorola Brodie got a big four-five, call it Casanova Man, I hate these young hoes always actin' older When them young niggas touch an AK, they act like a soldier Like how the fuck? Hmm How the fuck you ain't got a coat, nigga, and it's gettin' colder? Nigga, everywhere you go, you better have that blower I came back with like twenty 'bows, I had to thank the Lord Bitch, I had to thank the four Nigga, you don't really got a plug, you just got a cord [Interlude: Detwan Love] I ain't gon' lie to y'all, I was fucked up for a minute [Verse 3: Detwan Love] I was fucked up, I thought about sellin' dope I'm finna call Quavis for a double-up (Finna call Quavis for a double-up) Okay, finna call Quavis for a double-up Hmm, I feel good, I wanna sell some dope today I got to trippin' in the trap and hit my nigga with the scale Okay, hmm Bitch, yeah, your girl got on Michael Kors I'm evil, I'll tie my cousin up with a bungee cord I got to trippin' in elementary, they had to send me to the psych ward Teen Titan-ass nigga, bitch, yeah Teen Titan-ass nigga, I bet you do, lil' cyborg I was so fucked up, I couldn't see my granny at the morgue I'm a Blood, I'll p— hmm, shh I'll pop a nigga, leave him at the church prayin' with the Lord You was gay in high school, bitch, you got a fro now I got a 40, you really think we in the mall finna throw down? Dumbass (Bitch) [Verse 4: YSR Gramz] I got a pocket full of money, ain't got no gas You got Amiri jeans on, ain't got no cash If they catch you on my side, you ain't gettin' no pass You ain't get that EDD money, you so sad [Verse 5: Detwan Love & YSR Gramz] My nigga got that unemployment money and stopped talkin' to me Bitch don't give a fuck about the weather, she still walkin' to me (Shit) Hell yeah, I be talkin' to the pussy, it be talkin' to me I'll talk brazy to anybody that's on that with me Should walk down the street— naw, okay I should hide— huh, fuck it Hide in the bushes on anybody that's fuckin' with me