Feel Good

[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