Feeling Good (feat. CNG & Snow Tha Product) - Natanael Cano, Peso Pluma & Gabito Ballesteros

You could slide 'Cause you could slide And I'm not 'bout to fuckin' change your mind Ye-yeah, ye-yeah, yeah-yeah You could slide 'Cause I'm not 'bout to fuckin' change your mind (Ye-yeah, yeah) I guess it's back to this Broken shit, fuck the past, everything Pack your bag, grab your things I won't stop you, you could dip Tried it all, you just quit Not my fault, life's a bitch Sabotaged all this shit Finally tired of all of this You think you 'bout to leave me You think you got off easy You think you 'bout to turn up But, bitch, you won't believe me I've been here peeping shit, easily, these is things only I know Your game been weakenin', feedin' me bullshit, I caught on slow But now I got your scheme And it ain't no going back, I'm on that That gasoline, I'm 'bout to roll back, back on track I'm back low-key I'm where these hoes at, Heem on tap Close that door, please, oh bitch, back up off me Bitches ain't no threat to my peace, talkin' about leave If you wanna dip, well then, leave Good luck goin' from me right back to the streets 'Cause you know that shit ain't what it seems I got numbers, I blocked 'em You forgot I got options I got bitches I met that I friend-zoned, I'm 'bout to call them 'Cause you could slide And I'm not 'bout to fuckin' change your mind Ye-yeah, ye-yeah, yeah-yeah You could slide 'Cause I'm not 'bout to fuckin' change your mind (Ye-yeah, yeah) I guess it's back to this Broken shit, fuck the past, everything Pack your bag, grab your things I won't stop you, you could dip Tried it all, you just quit Not my fault, life's a bitch Sabotaged all this shit Finally tired of all of this Bitch, I been solid, you ain't got nothing to say about me You know you tried it, but it's fuck you, I ain't payin' that fee Ain't I been everything you wanted? Let me tell, you wanted everything You know what come next, but fuck it, after me you settling Or not (Nah), not my business though, I'm up in this ho I'ma walk, I'ma get this dough like I did before I'm a real one, I ain't got to talk, I ain't got to chat I won't gossip, I'ma keep it thorough, I ain't looking back But I'ma keep sippin' this drink 'til you out the door 'Cause this time I'm not gonna hold you back like before, mm 'Cause you could slide And I'm not 'bout to fuckin' change your mind Ye-yeah, ye-yeah, yeah-yeah You could slide 'Cause I'm not 'bout to fuckin' change your mind (Ye-yeah, yeah) I guess it's back to this Broken shit, fuck the past, everything Pack your bag, grab your things I won't stop you, you could dip Tried it all, you just quit Not my fault, life's a bitch Sabotaged all this shit Finally tired of all of this

Uhh Yeah Esto no para, no para It's the boss bitch, soy la fucking Mexicana Got a couple bitches hating, they ain't saying nada It's the champagne papa, I do what I wanna Gotta do my thing 'cause these bitches hate Bitches going broke with all the attention they been giving me Anybody hating in my circle, I eliminate Even when I miss, I'ma hit 'cause it ricochet I been trying to keep it proper baby please don't push me I don't fuck with hating bitches or no dudes that's pussy Don't mistake kindness for weakness, you must've mistook me This a professional flow, you a rookie, bitch Pour it out, pour them feelings out I got champagne stains on the ceiling now All them bottled up emotions you been spillin' out I'm applyin' pressure, feel it now, bitch Pour it out, pour them feelings out I got champagne stains on the ceiling now All them bottled up emotions you been spilling out I'm applyin' pressure, feel it now, bitch Get out your feelings with that pillow talkin' How you talking mad shit, but stoppin' when I walk in? You ain't workin' like I'm workin', then don't count my pockets You ain't earn it like I earn it, then get off the topic, bitch I put a hollow in the warnin' shot Trigger finger itchin', I ain't fix it with no cortisol Pussy boys gossip like some bitches 'cause I know they soft Jealous friends envy, so at this point I'ma show it off, bitch I hope you die when you see me winnin' Acting like we really friends but the hate was hidden Wishing you got what I got, I thought we was chillin' How you jealous of your friends, I wouldn't know the feelin', bitch Pour it out, pour them feelings out I got champagne stains on the ceiling now All them bottled up emotions you been spilling out I'm applyin' pressure, feel it now, bitch Pour it out, pour them feelings out I got champagne stains on the ceiling now All them bottled up emotions you gon' spill it out I'm applyin' pressure, feel it now, bitch I'ma do my thing, let these bitches hate I'ma do my thing, let these bitches hate I'ma do my thing, let these bitches hate Anybody hating in my circle, I eliminate I'ma do my thing, let these bitches hate Said I'ma do my thing, let these bitches hate I'ma do my thing, let these bitches hate Even when I miss, I'ma hit 'cause it ricochet, bitch

Pum-Pumbaa, are you nuts? Bitch, we can get petty, tell me if you ready, uh I was playin' nice, we can change the setting, uh We can get petty, uh We can get petty, yeah We can get petty, uh, tell me if you ready, uh I was playin' nice, we can change the setting, uh We can get petty, uh We can get petty, yeah Broke bitches always in some shit except businesses (uh) Tryna bring us down, so they bring up us rich bitches (uh) Talkin' out that neck won't get you far, but if this is Gossip that affect my pockets, it's gon' hit different (uh) 'Bout to get explicit (uh) Ain't with Twitter dissin' (uh) You gon' have to speak up when you talk, I'm here to listen, uh If you poppin' shit, you probably wishin' I'm religious, uh This collision finna get you feelin' hella Christian Look, you gon' need that energy you got when you sendin' me All the caps lockin' when you talkin' on the net to me Wish a bitch would yell at me Fuck a bitch's jealousy May not be your cup of tea, but I'm your boyfriend's Hennessy and... We can get petty, tell me if you ready, uh I was playin' nice, we can change the setting, uh We can get petty, uh We can get petty, yeah, uh We can get petty, tell me if you ready, uh I was playin' nice, we can change the setting, uh We can get petty, uh We can get petty, yeah Bro, I'm so tired of the commentin' on me and mine When all you bitches really ain't got no pot to piss in Couldn't get 1000 dollar if you and your three Hoe-ass friends go put your savings in a pot You fuckin' thots is out here Judgin' bitches like us 'cause you forgot That I don't got time but I'll make Time if it means draggin' a lil bitch I'm tired of all you fuckin' hoes Y'all startin' problems, think you slick I'm 'bout to drag you by the fuckin' edges both of us ain't got It's quite ironic, stale bland ass bitches throwin' salt You 'bout to get your season, we 'bout to make this even You talkin' shit about me, you 'bout to get your reason 'Cause I've been on my vibin' higher and my meditatin' shit But if you want bitch, I can put this fuckin' hair up, hold my shit We can get petty, tell me if you ready (yeah) I was playin' nice, we can change the setting, uh We can get petty, uh (uh) We can get petty, yeah, uh We can get petty, tell me if you ready, uh I was playin' nice, we can change the setting, uh We can get petty, uh (uh) We can get petty, yeah, uh