Lyrics:
now these
Niggas know it's all good
I ain't finna let shit get in my way
It took me a second to get here
I'm the champion of the streets
So it's
stepping bout the gang
And you know I'm standing on my name
That stick it stand by me, everywhere I go me and my flame
I'm starting to feel like ah dragon I
Money good, I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit
Money good (ah)
Ay, ay
Money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had
good for you
Shorty im good for you
Is you gone let me show you
M I U G T Double o D
We got kush and dro by the oz
You feel me
I bet you do something
I'm good I'm good
Lights are low, temperature high Filled with laugther, time flies by
Feet are hurting, dancing wild
Cramps in checks, can't hide this
dangerous, dangerous
I'm like a stepping razor, walking by
I'm dangerous, dangerous
If you wanna live
Treat me good
Warning you if you wanna live,
I'm bout to square it off
Everybody better stay in they homes
Cus when I spit, I'm representin
I'm protected by chrome
My old G Hump done told me
the good old days
These are the good old days
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 years from now
I hope I'm still getting down
Hope I'm still around
But 6, 7, 8, 10 beers
down
When I'm good I'm bad
And when I'm bad I'm better
When I'm at my best
There's no room to guess
I'll be good
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Better
peace
I found me
Each one, teach one
I'm the uno
Gave a dose of myself
To the people
Trae Young with the three, bro
Run the money up like casinos
That's
Remember the nights she was textin' my phone
Nowadays I'm feeling alone
But it's all good finna get me peso's
Smoking my green feeling like Piccolo
and chunk the duece up
These 84s would make a hatta put his shoes up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up [x2]
[Verse 2: Trae]
I'm in
[Trae]
I'm sick of losing family, everytime I blink my eyes
And at the rate that it's going, fell like I need to stay inside
Cause I don't want to be
Give me 20 Bentley's 'cause I'm good for that
Give me 100 million 'cause I'm good for that (Ke Hip Haap doggo)
Give me 100 million 'cause I'm good
death
Unless I'm in a private jet
Eating waygu
That's served by my private chef
About that death
I'm joking
But still I'm out of breath
Mile high club
Wit
got taught a lesson and its all that I needed
I found out in time what started as a lesson went and turned into a blessing now I'm good
Good As New
down
When I'm good I'm bad
And when I'm bad I'm better
When I'm at my best
There's no room to guess
I'll be good
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Better
Scully and angel on the kitchen floor
And I'm calling Buddy on the Ouija board
I've been thinking 'bout catching a train
Leave my phone machine by
good
(A change would do you good)
Chasing dragons with plastic swords
Jack off Jimmy everybody wants more
Scully and angel on the kitchen floor
And I'm
Scully and angel on the kitchen floor
And I'm calling Buddy on the Ouija board
I've been thinking 'bout catching a train
Leave my phone machine by
somethin' nigga
Crack a swishy if I'm rollin' up that good
And we roll it by the O, yeah I know you wish you could
Ain't nothin' funny gettin' money like I
Don't ask if I'm good, cause I'm good
Don't ask if I'm good, cause I'm good
Don't ask if I'm good, cause I'm good
Yeah
Yeah
Yeahhh
Don't put my
Freak nasty super bad, earring in her tongue
Smell good, Prada bag, angel perfume cologne
I'm tryin' to have me that lipstick by Mac
Make like
it's next she good
Damn they looked at me like a hit or miss
Now I'm so stuck in my bag
Got these fuck niggas mad take a look at a nigga wrist
You know
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