Troy NoKA - Feelin' It lyrics

rate me

Why you thinking half empty I fill my cup

yeah these haters gon envy, like Troy gon cut

still got them big wheels, like toys R us

pull up like the Flinstones with the wood grain

then having hoes on me since pinky and the brain shit

swervin these clowns like I'm Bruce Wayne shit

bombon these niggaz like Klu Klu Klan shit

these rappers soft as my nubuck tims

beats hot like the summer, Vegas sunny days

I grip franklins, while yaw paper just run away

maybe its the vapors or that bitch assness

here's a toast to my haters, this shit classic.

Hook:

This is for my players, hustlers, dealers

real bad bitches with they mind on they figures

if you feeling so fresh, put ya hands in the sky

we gonna shine like the fourth of July

Feeling so fly,

I can touch the sky,

you know I'm feeling it.

Players, hoes, money, gold,

a 650 bemer tell me where you wanna go

we headed back to Vegas never do much sleeping

she ain't got a man, never do much cheating

champagne gang spend too much drinking

she wanna tongue kiss we don't do much speaking

french papers hella weed

if she not smoking tell her leave

who that nigga telling me

she take cold showers to my last LP, uh uh

then she told me I'm her favorite rapper

and then she showed me I'm her favorite rapper

Hook:

This is for my players, hustlers, dealers

real bad bitches with they mind on they figures

if you feeling so fresh, put ya hands in the sky

we gonna shine like the fourth of July

Feeling so fly,

I can touch the sky,

you know I'm feeling it.