Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How You Feel? (Freestyle), artist - DJ Scheme. Date of issue: 21.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
How You Feel? (Freestyle) |
| 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 |
| 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? |
| 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 |
| On my plate, A1 steaks |
| Scope on AR, a-okay |
| Jets on 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 |
| 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 (*beep*, *beep*) |
| 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? |
| Just like a million dollars, Danny |
| I’m in the Phantom, my bitch got no panties |
| She can’t feel her face, she did two or three Xannies |
| Her bestie off X, she popped 'em just like candies |
| My game like the Huskies, my G Wagon dusty |
| My first Cuban link platinum, it don’t get rusty |
| Brought one with the gang, since he solid, huh, must be |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Scheme, Ski, Danny |
| Hello! |