Blimes & Gab Feelin It
[Chorus: Blimes & Gab]
Tryna drive, I don't wanna drive (Feelin' it)
I'm gettin' high, caught a vibe and I'm (Feelin' it)
I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it)
I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it)
[Verse 1: Gab]
There's a party tonight, I think we should link up
Let me know if you ridin', I'm in the Lincoln
All the homies inside and we pourin' drinks up
Geeked up, roll the weed up, now you're thinkin'
Kisses to my bitches, niggas givin' dap
People textin', askin' where the party at
Ain't nobody fightin', but we cool with that
Good God almighty, thank the Lord it's Friday
[Verse 2: Blimes]
"Gangsta Party" plays as Gab walks in
With Molly and Mary Jane, baby, she brought friends
And if you brought ends, then you might could enjoy this
My ex is in the kitchen, so I think I might avoid it
And who's gon' talk to Chris? I don't wanna bother him
But get ya man 'cause he's talkin' to the dog again
What his problem is? He's off his lid, I bet he popped a thizz
On the honest tip, shit, I might too
Windy the plug, let him breeze right through
Shrug when they ask how I keep so cool
When my steeze got heat like miso soup
[Chorus: Blimes & Gab]
Tryna drive, I don't wanna drive (Feelin' it)
I'm gettin' high, caught a vibe and I'm (Feelin' it)
I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it)
I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it)
[Verse 3: Blimes]
We high as shit, tryna squeeze five in the Lyft
Road sodas bubblin', the whole tribe in this bitch
When we arrive, it is lit
I know y'all got supplies, who's equipped?
Watch the vibe multiply when it kicks in
Either at the function like the X & Y axis
Or on ya mattress like terrain on the atlas
She Elvis with the pelvis, Gabby Douglas with gymnastics
Make that bomb backflip like gas hit the matchstick, oh
[Verse 4: Gab]
Okay, I think it's time to leave
He passed out in a pile of leaves
Her whole ass out, she don't feel that breeze?
Now where the f..ck is Blimes?
(I think she in the back room with that dime)
Bitches in the bathroom bustin' lines, that's a bump and grind
Give a f..ck about that, I'm smacked, it's taco time
Now let's ride out, I need all the shits, I'm gon' buy it out
(Where the function at?) Let's find out
Pull up at the light, on the side is my kinfolk
Mad drunk, passin' blunts out the window
Need more, so we brought more indo
Key codes to get in doors, but we in though
Look, this is how we end the night
Thank God it's Friday, right?
[Chorus: Blimes & Gab]
Tryna drive, I don't wanna drive (Feelin' it)
I'm gettin' high, caught a vibe and I'm (Feelin' it)
I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it)
I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it)
[Post-Chorus: Gab]
Feelin' it
Feelin' it, it
[Bridge: Blimes]
Inhibitions down, middle fingers up (Way up)
Inhibitions down, middle fingers up (Way up)
Inhibitions down, middle fingers up (Way up)
Inebriated now (Ha), let me get another cup (Let me get it)
[Chorus: Blimes & Gab]
Tryna drive, I don't wanna drive (Feelin' it)
I'm gettin' high, caught a vibe and I'm (Feelin' it)
I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it)
I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it)
Tryna drive, I don't wanna drive (Feelin' it)
I'm gettin' high, caught a vibe and I'm (Feelin' it)
I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it)
I feel alive, bitch, I'm certified (Feelin' it)