Good yeah

I‘m doing good yeah

We doing good now

Yeah

Ain‘t had a single dollar in my pocket

But I did it

Had no Dior bag on me

But now a bitch comes with it

Booty spins like a fidget

But I pass I don‘t hit it

I get high like a plane

And get the bag it comes with

Yeah oh

Yeah I want more

Yeah I want a car with dem suicide doors

Wanna hit a lick damn i wanna see them o‘s

If you never try it how you gonna know

How you gonna know

How you gonna know If you gon’ make it doing a show

How you gonna know If you can get it on the low

Why should keep a hoe If you can keep them fucking O‘s

Keep a real one keep them O‘s and get old

How you wanna know

I don‘t give a damn

Why your main nigga looking like a middle man

Why you fake fucking with em

Is it for dem Bands?

Nigga look me in my face

Slap the shit out you again

Wow

Now I‘m doing good now you see

Yeah I got my people fuck a rat

Funny how they wanna ride with me

Funny how they talkin’ all the cap

It‘s funny how they talkin’ on the low

But every time a lil nigga comming back

But Now I‘m doing good now you see

Yeah I got my people with fuck a rat

Now I‘m doing good now u see it

Smoking big G‘s

Now I got some paper in my Jeans

Spend that on the boof in the east

Need a whip and the keys

Damn I made it look easy

Made it look easy

Pocket get‘s cheesey

Damn I need some sun

Cause my neck is getting freezy

Yeah it‘s getting cold

Got you niggas looking old

Everybody says it‘s new

But I did this shit before

Ashing the blunt on my tee, it‘s from Sickö

Hit it and she put her face in the pillow

Fun fact I eat the pussy with my grillz on

Sorry but you still can‘t hop out the friend zone

Whit bih in the car feel like Carti and Iggy

She suck on the dick like she’s giving me hickeys

Coochie so wet like, like

Smoke a back wood it gets me high like

Seeing old faces see the talking on the low

Yeah my niggas so close

Can‘t snitch on no folk

Can‘t snitch for no hoe

Yeah what comes around, goes around

Niggas gonna tell they don’t know about it, no no no

I could never snitch on my folks

Cause they would never snitch no no no

Goin’ Ape like im in the jungle

Not a Snake but mooving like a Mamba

I’m back on my grind back on chasin’

Thought that virus done fucked up my whole summer

I‘m back I go a lil dummer

And I think niggas chasing the wrong Numbers

But damn fuck the stress

Now it‘s time to get dressed

In the hills with the gang

Young Beak I stay blessed

Now I‘m doing good now you see

Yeah I got my people fuck a rat

Funny how they wanna ride with me

Funny how they talking all the cap

It‘s funny how they talking on the low

But every time a lil nigga comming back

But Now I‘m doing good now you see

Yeah I got my people with fuck a rat