Troy NoKA
Текст песни Feelin' It

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.