How You Feel? (Freestyle)

[Intro: Ski Mask the Slump God]

Yuh

Yuh, lil' bitch, ha

I'ma go back to rappin' about uhm, rappin' about tickles and pickles

Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, lil' bitch

Yuh (Ayy)

Oh my God, Ronny

[Verse 1: Ski Mask the Slump God]

Yuh

First made her giggle, no tickle, uh

Then made her tickle my pickle, uh

Metal on me like a nickel, uh

Ice on me just like a 'cicle, uh

Might buy a bike

And if I bought a bike, then I'm putting ice on a bicycle, uh

These niggas bite, oh, yes, these niggas bite

Like Mike Tyson, I react with giggles, uh

Danny, how you feel?

[Verse 2: Danny Towers]

I feel great, uh

Hit 'em with a sawed-off, make a bitch nod off

Nigga, this not your day, uh

Niggas get bought out, choppa go gra-tow

Took a bitch out like a date, uh

He ain't ever caught no case

Try to cross me, get put on skates

[Verse 3: Ski Mask the Slump God]

On my plate, A1 steaks

Scope on AR, a-okay

Jetson my car, UFO

Said I'm gettin' cheese kinda like a Dorito

Long live Jahseh, all I know

Oh, also I be flyer than your neighborhood crow

[Verse 4: Danny Towers]

Shh, shh, shh

Brrr, gra-tow

Yeah, I run off with your shit, nigga, what now?

I'm on the block from sun up to sundown

When you was under you were nowhere to be found

I'm servin' them pelicans, I'm in the trap, I do it so elegant

K on my back, revenge on my letterman

Hit with some shots, I ain't feel 'cause adrenaline

Lil' Boat, how you feel?

[Verse 5: Lil Yachty]

Just like a million dollars, Danny (Yeah!)

I'm in the Phantom, my bitch got no panties

She can't feel her face, she did two or three Xannies (Xannies!)

Her bestie off X, she popped 'em just like candies

My gang like the Huskies, my G-Wagen dusty

My first Cuban link platinum, it don't get rusty

Brought one with the gang, since he solid, huh, must be (Huh?)

I ran into Berner, he threw me the musty

I took a big whiff, had my face lookin' ugly

These lil' bitches thought that I'm related to Dougie

Her BD a loser, he drivin' a buggy

I'm tired, he lucky, he mad she gon' fuck me

I'm sorry, these bitches are always tryna fuck me

I'm cool, test me, dawg, you a fool

Young prodigy, bitches see me, they drool (Yeah)

Nigga fuck wit' the money, we whoop out the tool

Whippin' my dick on the stool

If she startin', she out it

Got five different rings, cost more than an Audi

My niggas need alibis, they always rowdy

"Boat, why you keep all them Blood niggas 'round you?" (Brrt)

'Cause I can't trust a soul, these niggas might down me (Slatt)

Even though niggas be softer than Downy

Never know when your name got a bounty

[Outro: Lil Yachty]

Scheme, Ski, Danny

Hello!