Feel Good (feat. Lil Tjay)

(Thomas Crager) 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-ay-ay Ayy, 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 And 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 there ain't nothin' free, 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 'til 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 lose? I'm more than 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