Feelin It

You tryna drive, I don' wanna drive (Feelin' it)

I'm getting high, caught a vibe and I'm (Feelin' it)

I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it)

I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it)

There's a party tonight, I think we should link up

Let me know if you riding, I'm in the Lincoln

All the homies inside and we pouring drinks up

Geeked up, roll the weed up, now you're thinking

Kisses to my bitches, **** giving dap

People texting asking where the party at

Ain't nobody fighting but we cool with that

Good God almighty, thank the Lord it's Friday

Gangsta party plays as Gab walks in

With Molly and Mary Jane, baby, she brought friends

And if you brought ends, then you might could enjoy this

My ex is in the kitchen so I think I might avoid it

And who's gon talk to Chris? I don't wanna bother him

But get ya man 'cause he's talking to the dog again

What his problem is? He's off his lid, I bet he popped a thizz

On the honest tip, shit, I might too

Windy the plug, let him breeze right through

Shrug when they ask how I keep so cool

When my steeze got heat like miso soup

You tryna drive, I don' wanna drive (Feelin' it)

I'm getting high, caught a vibe and I'm (Feelin' it)

I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it)

I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it)

We high as shit, tryna squeeze five in the Lyft

Road sodas bubblin', the whole tribe in this bitch

When we arrive, it is lit

I know ya'll got supplies, who's equipped?

Watch the vibe multiply when it kicks in

Either at the function like the X and Y axis

Or on ya mattress like terrain on the atlas

She Elvis with the pelvis, Gabby Douglas with gymnastics

Make that bomb backflip like gas hit the matchstick (Oh)

Okay, I think it's time to leave

He passed out in a pile of leaves

Her whole ass out, she don't feel that breeze?

Now where the fuck is Blimes? (I think she in the back room with that dime)

Bitches in the bathroom busting lines, that's a bump and grind

Give a fuck about that I'm smacked, it's taco time

Now let's ride out, I need all the shits, I'm gone buy it out

(Where the function at?) Let's find out

Pull up at the light, on the side is my kin folk

Mad drunk passing blunts out the window

Need more so we bought more Indo'

Key codes to get in doors, but we in though

Look this is how we end the night

Thank God it's Friday, right?

You tryna drive, I don' wanna drive (Feelin' it)

I'm getting high, caught a vibe and I'm (Feelin' it)

I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it)

I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it)

Feelin' it

Feelin' it, it

Inhibitions down, middle fingers up

Inhibitions down, middle fingers up

Inhibitions down, middle fingers up

Inebriated now, let me get another cup (Let me get it)

You tryna drive, I don' wanna drive (Feelin' it)

I'm getting high, caught a vibe and I'm (Feelin' it)

I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it)

I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it)

You tryna drive, I don' wanna drive (Feelin' it)

I'm getting high, caught a vibe and I'm (Feelin' it)

I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it)

I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it)