Feel Like This lyrics

[Verse: Ricky]
b*tch I leave out fast
Half P's in the dash
All this sh*t is in the glove box
Wanna get high? why the f*ck not
Ride around the town I slur
7:30 b*tch I’m raw its my word
[?] I scrape the curb
All my hoes rock furs sniff birds
Ok, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Really didn’t mean to show up late to the party
Brought a lotta really good drugs to the party
All the b*tches with me they is on already
Eyes all heavy, lean but I'm steady
If I die today would you forget me?
Hil don't have a penny
Hil don't got mercy
I smoke weed and oxy
You heard me

[Chorus: Ricky]
Met this b*tch I was lost for words
Bad [?] with a gun in her purse, yeah
Told her, lemme taste you first (first)
Lemme, lemme taste you first (first)
I'm ripping it, my high don't go away
I wanna feel like this everyday
I'm hoping that my high don't go away
I wanna feel like this everyday, Rick
[Verse 2: Bonic]
b*tch, b*tch
I’m paying nada for the motherf*cking box
I love haters on my motherf*cking socks
Hid that work by the motherf*cking docks
Ride dirty f*ck the motherf*ck the cops, uh
Light that L tho, I’m on tho
I got some muscle with me like a motherf*cking elbow
This rap sh*t touch your kids no Elmo
These tough guys be the hoes of the jail tho
f*ck 'em all my hoes being etiquette, class
Gut ’em hoes hoes around me never get gas
Cause um, I don't play that sh*t
And them hoes stay in line, I lay that di*k
Aye b*tches Nostra
Nuts on her chin she [?]
Say she eating up because she posting
Bit like [?], bit like melena
So I screw her and I eat her
Like a skewer at katana, drama

[Chorus]
Met this b*tch I was lost for words
Bad [?] with a gun in her purse, yeah
Told her, lemme taste you first (first)
Lemme, lemme taste you first (first)
I'm ripping it, my high don't go away
I wanna feel like this everyday
I’m hoping that my high don't go away
I wanna feel like this everyday, Rick
[Verse 3: Ricky]
Paying 4 for the motherf*cking pump
My young b*tch she'll get it outta town
CT hoe, I hold that I crown
Motherf*cker I'm the rawest around
Cut the tinfoil, and make the pill boil
Smoke the oxy in a straight line
In 2 hours ima go do 9
My young b*tch is crying, but I feel fine
Me and her do this all the time
You ain't got a f*cking high like mine (x2)
Soldier, from the Nostra
Hands on the wheel death gets closer
Uh, blood is all over
I think I'm finding closure

[Chorus]