Lil Keke - Feel Good Don't It lyrics

(*talking*) That light green, got boys head twisted back We steady rolling up, we getting full of that sh** fellas Studio time, 12 to 12 dropping this hot sh** This for y'all n***az out there holding and rolling Shop to shop, do your thang go on shine (Lil' Keke) I got to move swiftly, laws wanna get me Donuts in the parking lot, Ferrari 3-60 I crank it up, I'm bout to flash the whip 23's-24's, when it's time to dip When it's time to flip, Call Manny Shetill 45's infrareds, with them extra clips Hit the highway turning, Yokohamas burning Seat pushed back, as I hold the wood sturning We holding, we bout to shatter the mix I got two cars behind me, that's the 5 and 6 And we smoking and drinking, what y'all n***az thinking Hit the lot quick, with them park lights blinking Slow your roll, cause my game's so cold Ain't no need to trip, mayn we out of control Plus we sitting on swoll, that's just how we roll Ship a half a mill quick, cause the game is sold (Hook) Gon rock it gon drop it, till you reach the top Off the showroom flo', baby straight to the shop It feel good don't it, and your chick want it In the whip looking good, 22's on it Now you crawling, shot calling Me and my click acting up, man we balling We do show after show, drop hit for hit CMG on the rise, and I love that sh** (Lil' Keke) Ok it's picture perfect, so won't you paint a perfect picture Four 15's knocking, I'ma let the bang hit you I'ma touch a mill ticket, when I drop Hit the stage grab the mic, let the crowd rock Tell them fake n***az, that they got to roll out Walk up in Reliant, and the place sold out Everytime we do it mayn, you know that's how it go Boppers going crazy, all in the front row I gotta let her know, how she work her sh** Lock up on the mic, like a new born pit I wouldn't give a damn, I'ma hold up my spot Boys running high, when I'm coming out the shop Let the top drop, like that n***a Pat Snitches getting k**ed, drop the bomb on a rat We do it like that, keep a n***a rolling Chumps get out of line, Southside still holding, holding (Hook) (Lil' Keke) Gon pop what you got, gon drop what you got These thugs be getting hot, wanna touch that spot Gon work it how it go, gon twerk it how it go These gangstas up in the place, wanna see you get low Time to start wrecking, n***az get to stepping Never roll your slab, without your automatic weapon Highway flossing, 23's tossing Watch yourself, I'm in the back lane crossing Increase my speed, fire up my weed Trying to find another corner, and a block to bleed Drop some salt on the Don, man I wish you would From the mic to the hood, and it's still all good (Hook)