Feels Good Lyrics

Why don't we hit up Lisa Marie

Cause i was gon for a summer

I know that she'll probably wondered

And love to kick it with me

I got weed with no seeds

I got green with no leaves

I got weight i know ps

You got envy in yo pocket

You got hate in you jeans

Ole lame ass nigga

You can't see what I see

I been all around the block

I'll still be hot when i leave

I got this shorty with the jeep

And she gon throw me the keys

Catch me rolling the streets

Rolling while I'm rolling

Steady swerving know it's me

I can tell you nervous

Cause you holding on the seat

Falling off the railing

Naw I'm always on my feet

Ima grizzy

Ima always keep it G

It feels good to be rolling up

Looking down on them niggas

Yea they know what's up

Blowing a pound sticky

Shorty let's get stuck

You don't roll no blunts

I'm like what the fuck

Rolling up my weed i got thoughts in hand

Yea yea yea

Rolling up my weed i got thoughts in hand

They gon make jump in them

Rolling up my weed i got thoughts in hand

They gon make jump

Into the pots and pans

Keep yo haters close but still got watch yo man's

Rolling up that dank

Weed all in my swisher

You can see the paint job

All bitches thicker

It's a dream

ML king

Riding in a drop top

Yes im clean

Yes im clean

Never i will not stop

I got ways to go

I got shit to lose

This not like before

I'm in it to prove

Im not the in the mood

My bitch in the nude

If it ain't going smooth

It's gon come to a conclude

Pass the smoke by the tv

I made the quote it look easy

I'm in Dakotah it's breezy

I'm getting colder believe me

I never purp

Still got that work

It's still fresh

You can smell it on my shirt

Why these niggas hating tho

I'm just tryna make it bro

When it's all said and done

Tell me what you waiting for

Easy

Going circles round the ones

Who hated

Now they need me

It feels good to be rolling up

Looking down on them niggas

Yea they know what's up

Blowing a pound sticky

Shorty let's get stuck

You don't roll no blunts

I'm like what the fuck

It feels good to be rolling up

Looking down on them niggas

Yea they know what's up

Blowing a pound sticky

Shorty let's get stuck

You don't roll no blunts

I'm like what the fuck