(Feelin good, feelin great)
(Feelin good, feelin great)
(Feelin good, feelin great)
(Feelin good, feelin great)
I'm just sitting and chilling you know how I'm living and not really giving a f*ck
Got me a crib wit a kitchen got bitches on bitches
I'm sipping on lemon you know that I'm winning
And sitting and chilling you know how I'm living got me a lil something to eat
You wouldn't cross me if I was a street
All of you niggas is under my feet
Now I'm feeling good (Aye)
And I'm feeling great (Aye)
And all of you hating ass niggas can get the f*ck out of my way (Aye)
I don't f*ck with niggas I can't f*ck wit niggas cause niggas be fake
They can say what they say but I don't give a f*ck I'm the king of the snakes (Aye)
I got a bag, clean like a rag
You see a young nigga whipping a Jag
Don't f*ck wit fags, I'm going fast
Leaving these f*ck niggas in the past
I'm getting cash, he talking shit
I pull up on a lil nigga and blast
Just got a text, it's from yo bitch
She want me all on her body no rash
So I'm feeling her (Aye), and she feeling me (Aye)
And we in the sheets, you know she a freak
I just got a mil, a milly no Meek
If you want some beef, catch me in the street (Aye)
And I'm feeling good (Aye), and I'm feeling great (Aye)
And all of you hating ass niggas can get the f*ck out of my way (Aye)
I don't f*ck with niggas I can't f*ck with niggas cause niggas be fake
They can say what they say but I don't give a f*ck I'm the king of the snakes (Aye)