Feel Like (feat. Jayyv)

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, they callin' me Brody 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