Feel Right Lyrics

(Hit that shit Sosa)

2 cups stuffed, feel like thug when i'm sippin'

Bad bitch, dig my pimpin'

Cash out, & skrrt off the lot

New whip came tinted, hoes tryna see who in it

Ran up them bands on em, i done put my mans on

It don't feel right, when you the only one gettin' it

It don't feel right, when you the only one winnin'

It don't feel right, when you the only one spinnin'(Noooo)

Shit, I look like a lick

But don't try to rob, got my blick(Uhhh)

I knew some folks wasn't good for me, so I had to leave them alone

Not even safe where you stay, shooters shooting where you lay

Bullets, comin' through your home

Separate the real from the fake, and the love and the hate

Type of shit, that i'm on

Racks in the middle like Roddy, I'm smokin' Biscotti

My lil bitch, like scotty a hotty

Stack them hunnits on em, countin' blues so excited

Told my twin he gone see some mills, cause he solid

5 star crib, use to sleep on a pallet

I been with some slime, tryna shoot all the pilots

Balenciaga shoes, use to be New Balance

Steppin' on these fools, tryna see who really bout it

Lil Gotit with the stick, ima shoot it up shoot it up

I done caught a vibe, off the perc made her toot it up

RME keep flexin', they don't know what to do with us

I just do what I do, ain't really tryna prove none

Got love for my hoes, ain't really tryna lose none

Nick Cannon gun, yea this bitch hold a drum

Her pussy get wet for me, Skate make her cum

Pull up in a foreign, look like Akon

I swear i'm so different, not basic

Rich nigga, that's how I was born and raised

Ran up 100 racks, I was amazed

Tryna get out the trap, shit like a maze

Dick in her mouth, spray her face like it's mace

Drip came from Lenox, ain't shoppin' at Macy's

Fuck her good make her say, yea it's yours baby

I'm just tryna see, where this shit gone take me

2 cups stuffed, feel like thug when i'm sippin'

Bad bitch, dig my pimpin'

Cash out, & skrrt off the lot

New whip came tinted, hoes tryna see who in it

Ran up them bands on em, i done put my mans on

It don't feel right, when you the only one gettin' it

It don't feel right, when you the only one winnin'

It don't feel right, when you the only one spinnin'(Noooo)

Shit, I look like a lick

But don't try to rob, got my blick(Uhhh)

I knew some folks wasn't good for me, so I had to leave them alone

Not even safe where you stay, shooters shooting where you lay

Bullets, comin' through your home

Separate the real from the fake, and the love and the hate

Type of shit, that i'm on

Gotta watch, gotta watch how you move cause these niggas be fakin'

Sometimes ion even pop the pill, I just chew it up just to get a lil taste from it

Deep conversation with my dawg, had to put him on game

Tryna see, what he took from it

When it's to much smoke, you can't run from it

When I fuck from the back, she can't run from me

Racks in my jeans, them hoes bussin' out

Trippie Redd watch, I just buss down

We was in the fields, now my twin tryna touchdown

Make sure they all good, can not leave no one out

Feel like Joc when i'm off these drugs with her, it's going down

Shit, I had to update my trap now i'm movin' pounds

Shit, I had to update my life i'm the man now

Told me that we on when you up, but you cap me down

ZL1, i'm with Trip in a Camaro

Got a bad bitch, cause i'm ballin' like Carmelo

Put it all on me, i'm the one you can bet on

Ar-15, get to shootin' like Halo

Shawty know my money ain't low, and they know

Sippin' wockhardt, poured a 4 in a faygo

Ridin' in a spaceship in Bankhead, Fabo

Feds tryna get a nigga gone, gotta laylow

2 cups stuffed, feel like thug when i'm sippin'

Bad bitch, dig my pimpin'

Cash out, & skrrt off the lot

New whip came tinted, hoes tryna see who in it

Ran up them bands on em, i done put my mans on

It don't feel right, when you the only one gettin' it

It don't feel right, when you the only one winnin'

It don't feel right, when you the only one spinnin'(Noooo)

Shit, I look like a lick

But don't try to rob, got my blick(Uhhh)

I knew some folks wasn't good for me, so I had to leave them alone

Not even safe where you stay, shooters shooting where you lay

Bullets, comin' through your home

Separate the real from the fake, and the love and the hate

Type of shit, that i'm on

(Hit that shit Sosa)