I Feel Great (feat. JuiceBox)

Uh I feel great, boutta' bust, I nut on her face Fuck all them bitches, I'm tryna put them in
they place I don't make a sound, I don't leave a trace
She don't try, so I don't try either I feel funny, got me feelin' like I'm Bieber
Bullets so hot, you bout to catch a fever She hit my line, so I had to delete her
She want the team, so we ran a train And she want my dick, so she gave me brain
I don't fuck with a hoe, no, I don't entertain You switched on us, no, I don't call you gang
She gettin' nasty, she wanna eat me like candy Got all these voices in my head, got me feelin' like Randy
Now I'm goin' to the top, now they can't understand me
She callin' me dear, bitch, I am not Bambi
I'm scared of bitches with crystals Cast a spell, catch an early dismissal
Rock in my pocket, blast off like a missile I'm on a mission, packed up with a pistol
I'm fucked up, lookin' for a mystery She suckin' on me like she sippin' Listerine
Rollie on my wrist, it's shining, glistening Like, are you even listening
I'm in the foreign I'm goin' too fast This bitch on my dick, she throwin' her ass
This the song of the summer, yeah, this is the gas Y'all talkin' bout me, that's gon' be your last
I'm in the foreign I'm goin' too fast This bitch on my dick, she throwin' her ass
This the song of the summer, yeah, this is the gas Y'all talkin' bout me, that's gon' be your last
Uh, I feel great, boutta' bust, I nut on her face
Fuck all them bitches, I'm tryna put them in they place
I don't make a sound, I don't leave a trace She don't try, so I don't try either
I feel funny, got me feelin' like I'm Bieber Bullets so hot, you bout to catch a fever
She hit my line, so I had to delete her Like a vape, you can get smoked
Too many bitches on my dick, they choke Lil' shorty wet, yeah, lil' shorty soak
Lil' shorty tryna give me her throat Hold up, wait, how was your day
Ice on me like I'm finna skate She on me, she throwin' her cake
Thought you ate, bitch, give me that plate You gotta do what I say when I say so
I'm gettin' money, I'm countin' my pesos These funny bitches, fuck, I hate those
I caught you lackin', fuck, that's case closed She give me brain, she feelin' intelligent
I'm in the studio just for the hell of it This my last verse, I had to develop it
They talk their shit, now we can settle it bitch
Uh, I feel great, boutta' bust, I nut on her face
Fuck all them bitches, I'm tryna put them in they place
I don't make a sound, I don't leave a trace She don't try, so I don't try either
I feel funny, got me feelin' like I'm Bieber Bullets so hot, you bout to catch a fever
She hit my line, so I had to delete her