Fresco Trey ft. Lil Tjay - Feel Good Lyrics

(Thomas Crager)

Ay, diamonds, dancing dripping on my wrist, it make me feel good
She just want a nigga fuck her right and make her feel good
Smack it when I hit it, gotta let her know I'm still hood
Don't know what I drank, but I just know that I don't feel good
I'ma shoot my shot, no, I can't stop now
A hundred on the E-Way, with the top down
Praying to the Lord that I don't flop now
When I hop up on the stage, you know I rock out

She don't love me, she fell in love with the VVS (ooh-ooh)
I bet you won't believe me
I been on the road for the past five days
She know it's no fun when I have my way
She can get replaced in the fastest way
Ay, if love hurts, I guess I love pain
But I won't put you in this shit 'cause it's a tough game
And I got too comfortable with sticks, I gave my guns names
How I leave my heat, and go to LA like I'm LeBron James
I did it once, I'll do it again
I fucked two girls and they was friends
And they like, "How he do whatever he want?"
'Cause bitch, I'm the man

Diamonds, dancing dripping on my wrist, it make me feel good
She just want a nigga fuck her right and make her feel good
Smack it when I hit it, gotta let her know I'm still hood
Don't know what I drank, but I just know that I don't feel good
I'ma shoot my shot, no, I can't stop now
A hundred on the E-Way, with the top down
Praying to the Lord that I don't flop now
When I hop up on the stage, you know I rock out

Hop up on the stage and I'ma go crazy
Got these bitches on my body I feel so wavy
I'm a G.O.A.T and I knew that since a fucking baby
You wan't my service that ain't nothing for you, gotta pay me
I be on that type of time
This ain't love and you ain't mine
Bitches funny, acting strange and shit, claiming, then do slime
I can't love you, bitch, that's dangerous, got too much on my mind
And the shine, and I'm tryna be here to the end of time
So you're best off to move, sorry not to be rude
Let's talk about this shit if you confused
I know you want some different, but I'm not that type of dude
Bitches pick and choose
Why would I blow a bag on you and loose? I'm on a new

diamonds, dancing dripping on my wrist, it make me feel good
She just want a nigga fuck her right and make her feel good
Smack it when I hit it, gotta let her know I'm still hood
Don't know what I drank, but I just know that I don't feel good
I'ma shoot my shot, no, I can't stop now
A hundred on the E-Way, with the top down
Praying to the Lord that I don't flop now
When I hop up on the stage, you know I rock out