Текст Boonk Gang – Excellent

John Gabbana:
You know, I’m on the bean right now
And I’m feeling excellent, yeah
I’m feelin’ excellent

I’m on that ecstasy
I just caught lockjaw, I’m feelin’ excellent
Hits of cocaina at noche, I love my Mexicans
Pullin’ up with choppers and no, we not leavin’ evidence
Bitches sellin’ pussy, I slide my trap for dead presidents
Excellent (How you feelin’?)
I’m feelin’ excellent (Yeah)
Excellent (How you feelin’?)
I’m feelin’ excellent (I’m feelin’ excellent)

I just popped a bean or two, I’m fiendin’ for some more
I see you mad at me ’cause I left my semen in your ho
And I don’t give a fuck, is you with it, nigga, or what?
You pussy niggas stay dissin’, I see you, nigga, you’re done
We keep the packs in the sofa, you show your guns, but don’t tote ’em
I got a MAC and it’s loaded, you make a move and I blow it
I’m on that ecstasy and I’m feelin’ excellent
I don’t see the hate ’cause them niggas not in my element

I’m on that ecstasy
I just caught lockjaw, I’m feelin’ excellent
Hits of cocaina at noche, I love my Mexicans
Pullin’ up with choppers and no, we not leavin’ evidence
Bitches sellin’ pussy, I slide my trap for dead presidents
Excellent (How you feelin’?)
I’m feelin’ excellent (Yeah)
Excellent (How you feelin’?)
I’m feelin’ excellent (I’m feelin’ excellent)

Lil Westside:
I got your bitch doin’ shit that she never did
Fuckin’ and suckin’ the team for the presidents
Pull up and hop out, we shoot up the residents
Don’t give a fuck, we do not leave no evidence
Call up the plug and I tell him I need it
Got good dope, take a nigga right up to Venus
Junkies keep callin’, I know they be fiendin’
She pop the perc, now she thinkin’ she dreamin’
Ooh, necesito el dinero (Money)
You ain’t gettin’ money, we know
Trap house jumpin’ like twenty-three, who is that?
Walkin’ up, shooter by the peephole
On the Westside, left a legacy (Legacy)
Came from nothin’, now I’m excellent (Excellent)
Ran up a check, now I got ’em upset
Keep a Glock ’cause I peep all the jealousy

John Gabbana:
I’m on that ecstasy
I just caught lockjaw, I’m feelin’ excellent
Hits of cocaina at noche, I love my Mexicans
Pullin’ up with choppers and no, we not leavin’ evidence
Bitches sellin’ pussy, I slide my trap for dead presidents
Excellent (How you feelin’?)
I’m feelin’ excellent (Yeah)
Excellent (How you feelin’?)
I’m feelin’ excellent (I’m feelin’ excellent)