FEEL LIKE ft. Jayyv Lyrics

I'm not the one, the two, or the three, okay

Go

This shit off the top like J.F. Kennedy

Niggas copin' with their L's, they need to smoke to find a remedy

Put that smoke up in the air, I think that fye my new identity

Bitch this comin' from the heart, and my bro sharp just like a widow's peak

Can't little me, can't lil' bro me

Got a full team of shooters like six Kobe's

And its sorry to my fans, I've been movin' low-key

It's a lil' O.D., talk down on the kid, you depend on me

All you niggas phony, y'all don't even know me

When I'm gone, don't you dare say that we was homies

Bad bitch, blow me, give dick, Moby

I'm in the back of the whip with the 40

Bitch lyin', she don't even know me

Bust on my left, bitch, I feel like Ginobili

Freestyle, cause they can't even hold me

Lookin' for niggas, that's callin' me Brodie

When I needed your ass, yeah you sold me

Said you a solid, bitch, that's what you told me

New watch, make a nigga look frozen

Yeah, she sent me the text, but I left it on open

Pussy boy, you still play with your lotion

Niggas tough on the net, in real life got no motion

New whip, call up bro, just to show him

Watch me roll up this

What

Aye

What

Damn

Bitch, I roll up the za, yeah that shit got me floating

Yeah, I took out your bitch, just to sit by the ocean

I won't pop a perc, but I might ask you what it feel like

They say time is money, I count rackies just to kill time

She my only fan, she throw that ass hit back in real time

Pop out in the nighttime, angels in the daylight

I won't pop a perc, but I might ask you what it feel like

They say time is money, I count rackies just to kill time

This shit off the top, but you can say I never feel right

Demons in the nighttime, angels in the daylight

Bag of fries, niggas throw salt, I am not surprised

Every little move is strategized, dreams transcend the boundaries

I hit my loyal bitch to burn the calories

Sick as hell, niggas switchin' like batteries

And this rapping shit, I knew it had to be

And I left the bitch, that's why she mad at me

I am first up, knocked em' out the park since I birthed up

I just picked up Jayyv in the coupe, like Shaq and Kobe,

Alley-oop

Bitch, that's what them rackies do, nigga, ask J.B and Smooch

Nigga, we get bags all afternoon, we not like these rapper dudes

I won't pop a perc, but I might ask you what it feel like

They say time is money, I count rackies just to kill time

She my only fan, she throw that ass hit back in real time

Pop out in the nighttime, angels in the daylight

I won't pop a perc, but I might ask you what it feel like

They say time is money, I count rackies just to kill time

This shit off the top, but you can say I never feel right

Demons in the nighttime, angels in the daylight