I Feel Amazing
It's Solar, Maximus, the 19th
Swag, yeah, huh, what?
So-Fly, indeed
Baby, let's have a real conversation, you don't trust me and I get that shit
My big bro was on probation, seeing us roll was making him sick
Might hit up Hawaii just for a vacation, been fucking my crush, I've been feeling amazing
I've been feeling so lucky, might hit up on Vegas
My mama said it's gon' come, gotta be patient (gotta be patient)
The whole team winning, so we having banquets
Bro keep his chop, this nigga like Franklin
And he got keys, so we call him Benjamin
So you know I gotta keep it one hun for my goodman
By staying focused and stickin' to the plan
Watch my swag, they don't do it like me
Tidewater baby, I was born by the sea
Got your la whore and she over here, and she want me to sing to her like I'm Jodeci
I'm smoking on gas, but that's for courtesy
You touch my bro, that's R.I.P
I'm stepping that way, cause I know that he stepping for me
Remember them days he fed me in the creek
I get high, then hit the bank
Touch the sky, I'm rolling stank
I guess I'm like Waka, cause I go hard inside that paint
I can teach you how to be a soldier, I'm like Major Payne
He gotta stick, turned to a stain
That's why I'm saying stay in yo lane
Been praying to the universe that I make mama happy
Been smoking sticky gas, so when you spark it, it get sappy
Bro wheels got too flappy, then he almost crashed the whip
I told C-Money, yeah she cute, but she ain't got no lips
I get hella broads, cause I don't care bout dips inside the hip (I don't care)
I saw how bro get a pack and flip it hella quick
My mama see potential, she get mad when I be calling quits (I'm sorry ma)
It's times I miss my dinner, cause I thought that I was making hits (I'm making hits)
Brodie done put 200 on the dash
He don't believe you can go too fast
Stacking it up, gotta have a stash
Stacking it up till I spend my last
Stacking it up, case it all go bad
Told brodie, let me drive the whip
And I pray to God that I don't crash
Baby, let's have a real conversation
My bi-bi-big bro on probation
Might hi-hi-hit Hawaii for vacation
Fuckin' on my crush, I feel amazing (feel amazing, hey)
Swag, yeah, huh, what?
So-Fly, indeed
Baby, let's have a real conversation, you don't trust me and I get that shit
My big bro was on probation, seeing us roll was making him sick
Might hit up Hawaii just for a vacation, been fucking my crush, I've been feeling amazing
I've been feeling so lucky, might hit up on Vegas
My mama said it's gon' come, gotta be patient (gotta be patient)
The whole team winning, so we having banquets
Bro keep his chop, this nigga like Franklin
And he got keys, so we call him Benjamin
So you know I gotta keep it one hun for my goodman
By staying focused and stickin' to the plan
Watch my swag, they don't do it like me
Tidewater baby, I was born by the sea
Got your la whore and she over here, and she want me to sing to her like I'm Jodeci
I'm smoking on gas, but that's for courtesy
You touch my bro, that's R.I.P
I'm stepping that way, cause I know that he stepping for me
Remember them days he fed me in the creek
I get high, then hit the bank
Touch the sky, I'm rolling stank
I guess I'm like Waka, cause I go hard inside that paint
I can teach you how to be a soldier, I'm like Major Payne
He gotta stick, turned to a stain
That's why I'm saying stay in yo lane
Been praying to the universe that I make mama happy
Been smoking sticky gas, so when you spark it, it get sappy
Bro wheels got too flappy, then he almost crashed the whip
I told C-Money, yeah she cute, but she ain't got no lips
I get hella broads, cause I don't care bout dips inside the hip (I don't care)
I saw how bro get a pack and flip it hella quick
My mama see potential, she get mad when I be calling quits (I'm sorry ma)
It's times I miss my dinner, cause I thought that I was making hits (I'm making hits)
Brodie done put 200 on the dash
He don't believe you can go too fast
Stacking it up, gotta have a stash
Stacking it up till I spend my last
Stacking it up, case it all go bad
Told brodie, let me drive the whip
And I pray to God that I don't crash
Baby, let's have a real conversation
My bi-bi-big bro on probation
Might hi-hi-hit Hawaii for vacation
Fuckin' on my crush, I feel amazing (feel amazing, hey)
Credits
Writer(s): Demi Wilkerson
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