How You Feel? (Freestyle) (feat. Lil Yachty & Ski Mask The Slump God)

Yo
 Yo, lil' bitch
 I'ma go back to Baharmitz, rappin' about tickles and pickles
 Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, lil' bitch
 Yuh
 Oh my God, Ronny
 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 your bike
 And if I bought a bike, then I'm putting ice on a bicycle
 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 date, uh
 Niggas get bought out, choppa go gra-tow
 Took bitch out like a date
 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 in 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 to the sun down
 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 leatherman
 Hit with some shots, I ain't feel, 'cause the 'drenalin
 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 xanies
 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 saw that, huh, must be
 I ran in the burner, he threw me the musty
 I took a bitch workout, my face lookin' ugly
 The 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?"
 'Cause I can't trust a soul, these niggas might down me
 Even know niggas be softer than downy
 Never know when your name got a bounty
 Scheme, Ski, Danny
 Hello!