Good ** (Explicit)

Got a n***a stackin' caps

I'm servin' them bags I run through 'em all dog

F**kin' on your B***h when you call dog

You a B***h goin' through a B***h call log

And the Hi Tech red that's real raw

Take a sip of that n***a wash the pill down

He a gangster but a n***a still squeal now

F**k boy tell me how you still real now

I can hit my lawyer get ten pounds

Too late for you try to be real now

Soup truck coupe switch lanes now

I pull up to the show Balmained down

Copycat try to have the same sound

Cooked up good d**e run the J's out

Pull up with a stick put a bullet in his mouth

Never cashin' in took the cash route

And them sold out dates got a n***a back in they bag

You reach for the cash and I bust at your a*s

And I was just sippin' on Act

Got a bustdown cuban link choker mink gotta match

B***h say she wanna f**k me no strings attached

And I was gettin' fresh just to work in the trap

When the trap came n***a got work in the map

And don't talk on phones n***a workin' that tap

N***as owe the mob better pay they tab

Whole lot of money gotta keep my strap

Tried to stop sippin' syrup but a n***a relapsed

Bangin' my gang like a motherf**kin' frat

I don't love a ho I can never get attached

Gave your a*s a loan and you better bring it back

Push up on your ho she was lookin' like a snack

N***as play tough 'til a n***a get whacked

All the coupes fast n***a might as well drag

Hundred thousand cash in the Goyard bag

Pull up in your hood n***a I don't need a pass

All blue hundreds got these f**k n***as mad

Robbed a lil n***a ain't have to use mags

Two hundred twenty n***a had to do the dash

Killin' all you bullies think you bad to the bad

Marlo countin' Coogi with two hundred on the dash

Got a n***a stackin' caps

I'm servin' them bags I run through 'em all dog

F**kin' on your B***h when you call dog

You a B***h goin' through a B***h call log

And the Hi Tech red that's real raw

Take a sip of that n***a wash the pill down

He a gangster but a n***a still squeal now

F**k boy tell me how you still real now

I can hit my lawyer get ten pounds

Too late for you try to be real now

Soup truck coupe switch lanes now

I pull up to the show Balmained down

Copycat try to have the same sound

Cooked up good d**e run the J's out

Pull up with a stick put a bullet in his mouth

Never cashin' in took the cash route