What's Good
By Lancing Ruel
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(hook)
Bad Bitch, Red thong
Teasing me with pictures cluttered up my cellphone
Tryna get me like Macaulay, Home Alone
I ain't doing shit till the fucking mail come
For the low I got uh, vac grass, ass fat, what's good?
You want the smoke? Mother fucker bring the woods
She want the rope tell her swing it over here
In the back of the Benz with a pack of some UGHHH
(Aye)
I been burning to the stinger
Ordering plates filled with fried chicken fingers
Extra fries, driving high, tell me what's a blinker
Usually a thinker, but I been going dumb
So dumb, need a teacher
Hoodie on fleek sir, same with my sneakers
If you try to sneak, put a hole between your peepers
I ain't with a lame, nor a stray or a tweaker
You know what it is man I only burn reefer
(hook)
Bad Bitch, Red thong......
(Fletchy2Fat)
Runnin' with a sack like I'm Emmitt
I ain't signin shit I'm independent
I been in this bitch for like a minute, big bands on me I ain't Savin shit cause imma spend it
Green up in my pockets it ain't spinach
Chillin with your bitch we out in Venice
Took over my city then I dipped, came back and I was still the hottest mother fucker in it, (gah damn)
In the hell cat bitch I'm RACING
20 inch blades bitch I'm skatin'
Countin money till my fingers achin'
Prolly why these mothers fuckers hate me
All that bullshit for the birds it don't phase me
In the kitchen I been whipping pastries
Pull up to yo house and take yo bitch cause she a fan but she gon' blow me like some AC, YEAH I GOT A
(Hook)
Bad Bitch, Red thong......
(CHR!$AVAGE2500)
Black coupe when a young nigga slide through
Watch your step lil boy this is my crew
Serving niggas quick, like fast food
Count my money up until my fucking fingers blue
Hundred thousand cash bitch what would you do ?
Sit back and relax with the whole crew
I been getting bands since a youngen you are old news
Speaking on my name and like some laundry I will fold you
No Cappin
My niggas bout that action
Fuck a red card bitch Im steady toe tagging
Going out my way to chase the money it's a habit
I been up remember days I ain't have shit
Moving heaving weight down the road up in traffic
I stay with Glocks and Wessons, you stay lackin
Been about my shit lil nigga what's crackin
Catch me in the trenches and I'll show you im am a savage
(Hook)
Bad Bitch, Red Thong.....
Bad Bitch, Red thong
Teasing me with pictures cluttered up my cellphone
Tryna get me like Macaulay, Home Alone
I ain't doing shit till the fucking mail come
For the low I got uh, vac grass, ass fat, what's good?
You want the smoke? Mother fucker bring the woods
She want the rope tell her swing it over here
In the back of the Benz with a pack of some UGHHH
(Aye)
I been burning to the stinger
Ordering plates filled with fried chicken fingers
Extra fries, driving high, tell me what's a blinker
Usually a thinker, but I been going dumb
So dumb, need a teacher
Hoodie on fleek sir, same with my sneakers
If you try to sneak, put a hole between your peepers
I ain't with a lame, nor a stray or a tweaker
You know what it is man I only burn reefer
(hook)
Bad Bitch, Red thong......
(Fletchy2Fat)
Runnin' with a sack like I'm Emmitt
I ain't signin shit I'm independent
I been in this bitch for like a minute, big bands on me I ain't Savin shit cause imma spend it
Green up in my pockets it ain't spinach
Chillin with your bitch we out in Venice
Took over my city then I dipped, came back and I was still the hottest mother fucker in it, (gah damn)
In the hell cat bitch I'm RACING
20 inch blades bitch I'm skatin'
Countin money till my fingers achin'
Prolly why these mothers fuckers hate me
All that bullshit for the birds it don't phase me
In the kitchen I been whipping pastries
Pull up to yo house and take yo bitch cause she a fan but she gon' blow me like some AC, YEAH I GOT A
(Hook)
Bad Bitch, Red thong......
(CHR!$AVAGE2500)
Black coupe when a young nigga slide through
Watch your step lil boy this is my crew
Serving niggas quick, like fast food
Count my money up until my fucking fingers blue
Hundred thousand cash bitch what would you do ?
Sit back and relax with the whole crew
I been getting bands since a youngen you are old news
Speaking on my name and like some laundry I will fold you
No Cappin
My niggas bout that action
Fuck a red card bitch Im steady toe tagging
Going out my way to chase the money it's a habit
I been up remember days I ain't have shit
Moving heaving weight down the road up in traffic
I stay with Glocks and Wessons, you stay lackin
Been about my shit lil nigga what's crackin
Catch me in the trenches and I'll show you im am a savage
(Hook)
Bad Bitch, Red Thong.....
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