I’m Feeling Good I’m Feeling Great Stacking All The Cheese Lyrics is Sung by Yung Craka. I’m Feeling Good I’m Feeling Great Stacking All The Cheese Lyrics is written by Shotgun Willy.
Song Credits
| Song Name | Mexico |
| Singer | Yung Craka & Shotgun Willy |
| Album | Mexico |
| Songwriter | Shotgun Willy |
| Label | Yung Craka |
I’m Feeling Good I’m Feeling Great Stacking Lyrics
Touch down in Mexico
Like, “Donde están los sexy hoes?”
I blow more gas than a Texaco
I’m feelin’ good, I’m feelin’ great
Stackin’ all the cheese and all the bread upon my plate
Steady lookin’ fresh while I be headin’ to the bank
And all my homies dead, I think it’s time to celebrate
La-la-la, everybody wanna be like me
‘Cause I eat real good like I’m B.I.G
Ayy, choppa gon’ chop like it’s Miyagi
Said if she wanna fuck I need to see ID, woo
And when I walk in, people know what’s up
They get to talkin’, all up on my nuts
Like, “Hey, what’s poppin’? Why you actin’ sus”
Boy, run those pockets, try and call my bluff
Touch down in Mexico
Like, “Donde están los sexy hoes?”
I blow more gas than a Texaco
In love with the ice, word to Eskimos
Now let me go, you know I get the best of those
I wrestle hoes, they suck up on my testicles
My life is a movie, not an episode
My bitch kinda groovy, turn the decibels up
See upcoming rap shows
Get tickets for your favorite artists
And bury me with bitches by my side
‘Cause I swear that when I die, I’m taking everything that’s mine
All the girls and the guys
With their eyes on the prize who could never get a dime
I’m feelin’ good, I’m feelin’ great
Stackin’ all the cheese and all the bread upon my plate
Steady lookin’ fresh while I be headin’ to the bank
And all my homies dead, I think it’s time to celebrate
La-la-la, everybody wanna be like me
‘Cause I eat real good like I’m B.I.G
Ayy, choppa gon’ chop like it’s Miyagi
Said if she wanna fuck I need to see ID, woo
And when I walk in, people know what’s up
They get to talkin’, all up on my nuts
Like, “Hey, what’s poppin’? Why you actin’ sus?”
Boy, run those pockets, try and call my bluff
Trend setter, big bag-getter
Drip down, gonna need an umbrella
Get set up, Shotty be the meta
Huh, little boy should’ve known better
Backhand that bitch with my ice on
I took pics of it on my Nikon
Talked my shit like this with the mic on
Now they treat me like I’m an icon
Maybe ’cause I am?
Maybe people need me, that’s a shout to Uncle Sam
Who else would they copy and talk about on the ‘Gram
Steady with the jockin’ and stalkin’ then you a fan? Nah-nah-nah
Touch down in Mexico
Like, “Donde están los sexy hoes?”
I blow more gas than a Texaco
In love with the ice, word to Eskimos
Now let me go, you know I get the best of those
I wrestle hoes, they suck up on my testicles
My life is a movie, not an episode
My bitch kinda groovy, turn the decibels up