Feel Good lyrics

[Intro]
KrispyLife
It feel so good
(It's with a K, dumbass)
It feel good to be the young GOAT of the city
And I know these n*ggas hate it

[Verse]
Feelin' good, I just f*cked two hoes off of my music
White boy just shot up a school bumpin' my music
They ain't feelin' my sh*t, I'm a bad influence
Before you reach for a chain, better have insurance
I've been eatin' good, taxin' for a course
Last time I checked, you n*ggas couldn't afford shorts
Sorry that your mans got dropped jumpin' off the porch
If you speak on Gabe, get his ass torched
Catch me in the Bay sippin' with the thugs
Catch me in the A with the deal on the drugs
n*gga better watch what he say or he eat some slugs (Yeah)
I don't really love this b*tch, I be high off drugs
But not off no f*ckin' weed
Just give me somethin' green and two f*ckin' beans
Headshot for him and his b*tch, I'm in two different dreams
I sell the pillheads, we got two different fiends
Hate-keep relationship for sh*t, I'm too f*ckin' mean
Gross shirt off the, off the Purple jeans
I'm too, too, too f*ckin' clean
Feelin' Manny fresh fresh, y'all can't f*ck with me
When n*ggas rappin' only time that they touch a beat
Great cast wanna beef, rappin' 'bout all them fiends
Only 'cause he ain't got no fiends (He ain't got sh*t, b*tch)
Didn't wanna put you on blast, but you fraud, bro
It's all GOAT vibes, and that's all, bro
Stomp a n*gga feet in the club, break a small toe
I've been ballin' like Kobe with the small 'fro
Police-ass n*ggas, go'n get the calls, bro
Fat n*gga, supersize my fries and large Coke
n*ggas die about a b*tch that we all hittin'
My Glock baldheaded, bought this b*tch extensions
n*ggas never on that block, they know I'ma spin it
Hoes suck my meat 'cause they know I be spittin'
Spend a whole fifty on this jean 'fit, yeah, I'm drippin'
Kick his b*tch to the curb, her pus*y was hittin'
n*ggas sense the beat they cast, that's why mines' pending
Kit Kat a b*tch heart straight down the middle
Shoot out this 23, it loadin' up Pippen
Could've smoked that boy boots, sh*t, I was tempted
But I knew my dupes, she was gon' be trippin'
Pop a n*gga dead in his sh*t, pop him in his melon
I do dog all my hoes, yeah, I be trippin'
[?] poured up some Quali', yeah, I'm mad but I'ma sip it (Come on)
I ain't gon' punch a baby, but I don't do no kissin'
Gotta be twenty-one and older, I don't do no children
I only need three shots, Ben Wallace from the Pistons (Yeah)
I'll light my b*tch— man, I'm done, man
[Outro]
Ayy
I feel good, though (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
It feel good, don't it? It feel good, don't it?
It feel good, don't it? It feel good, don't it?
Gang gang, n*gga
It's with a K, dumbass