I Gotta Feeling lyrics

[Intro: DThang]
RPT (Grrah)
4Sev'-4Sev' (Grrah-grrah) (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
Ayy, Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky, never put an O before my Y (Might not never)
Even my abuela know that

[Verse 1: DThang]
Let's go (Let's go), we take a trip to the opps (We take a what?)
Tryna bury them n*ggas who diss on my block (Get that n*gga)
No way, we be sendin' them shots, like, it's okay
Fell in love with my knock (Like, what?)
Bro get a check, we ain't showin' our opps (Get that n*gga)
She want me to eat her, but move like a thot (Like, what, like, how?)
Red flags, I be puttin' a lot (Red flags)
Bro get a check, we ain't showin' our opps (Get that n*gga)
She want me to eat her, but move like a thot (Like, how?)
Red flags, I be puttin' a lot (Red flag, red flag)
Red flags, I be puttin' a lot (Red flag, red flag)

[Chorus: DThang & will.i.am]
It's a good night (Woo-hoo)
In L.A., smokin' opps, it's a good life
Reminiscin' how we took boy good life
You act right, I might put you on a good flight
It's a good night (Gang, gang, gang, woo-hoo)
In L.A., smokin' opps, it's a good life
Reminiscin' how we took boy good life
You act right, I might put you on a good flight

[Verse: Kay Flock]
I'm tryna slide in a stoley
Let him run, I'ma get wit' his brodie
Don't need a show, i can do this sh*t doley
f*ck if I'm rich, i'ma still take his rolly
R.I.P Naz, yeah, I blaze for the crodey
He get got, he get killed what he owe me
He get shot, give a f*ck what he told me
Shoot like i'm curry, yeah, i know they can't hold me
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah
XD wit' a stick, attached to the beam, so i know i won't miss
Let him run, he get left like he rick
Bullets burn him, watch him twitch
f*ck a cab, he got left in a Lyft, how y'all all linkin' up for a hit?
And the Dub's to the T'z to my di*k
I'm tryna spin through, and hang out the whip
Tryna hit a goofy in his sh*t
One got hit in his back and he tripped and the other one almost went out like a b*tch
I was praying the dumb n*gga slipped

I'm tryna slide in a stoley
Let him run, I'ma get wit' his brodie
Don't need a show, i can do this sh*t doley
f*ck if I'm rich, i'ma still take his rolly
R.I.P Naz, yeah, I blaze for the crodey
He get got, he get killed what he owe me
He get shot, give a f*ck what he told me
Shoot like i'm curry, yeah, i know they can't hold me
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah
XD wit' a stick, attached to the beam, so i know i won't miss
Let him run, he get left like he rick
Bullets burn him, watch him twitch
f*ck a cab, he got left in a Lyft, how y'all all linkin' up for a hit?
And the Dub's to the T'z to my di*k
I'm tryna spin through, and hang out the whip
Tryna hit a goofy in his sh*t
One got hit in his back and he tripped and the other one almost went out like a b*tch
I was praying the dumb n*gga slipped