Good & Evil
Running on, I'm running on
Tell these bitches please stay in your lane, move along
Might take a trip across the pond just to flex
Fuck a bitch, pop a xan, yeah we got a long flight home
Say she got a man, but that ring is gone
She my greatest fan, play this song, she'll sing along
Bounce that ass, yeah girl I can see that thong
The boy so cold, so we fucking with the heater on
They ain't bout that shit that we be on
Hop up in the whip, riding slow we creep along
Re-up, we got that gas, talking premium
Shhhh, keep it down, these are topics we speak briefly on
(Unintelligible mumble rap)
That's what you be sounding like, ain't that shit dumb?
Go ahead and grab your squad, I'll grab this fucking drum
I ain't gonna play that shit, so listen close
If you fuck with me I'll turn you to a fucking ghost
Maybe I just need to just chill
You know that I don't wanna but if I have to then I fucking will
See, I'm just tryna make a million bitch
I'm tryna make my grandchildren rich
I guess we got something in common after all
Everyone around me gonna ball until we fall
I ain't got no time for no hoes
And half the time these bitches lookin like some "what are those"
But I could still take ya bitch
And have her wearing all the merch, she say she fuckin' with six
And that's the gang you know who I be reppin'
Everything is black like the pistol you'll see for overstepping
Ain't no cappin', I keep real like a G
I spend your salary on little things like rolling my trees
And if he hating then I knock them off
Talking stupid, broke his jaw
Take his bitches, fuck them all
And give em back to that pathetic trash
I get who I want, they all loving my poetic ass
I guess that I'm the motherfuckin' king
I'm makin big moves
Runnin up these bands in my sleep
Money is the motive, that's the mission
If you think that I was joking, then motherfucker you must be trippin'
I know my music finna blast off
Puffin on this potent while I'm watching all this cash fall
I make it rain with the gang
And if you think that you gon' stop this, I got shooters aiming straight for your brain
Tell these bitches please stay in your lane, move along
Might take a trip across the pond just to flex
Fuck a bitch, pop a xan, yeah we got a long flight home
Say she got a man, but that ring is gone
She my greatest fan, play this song, she'll sing along
Bounce that ass, yeah girl I can see that thong
The boy so cold, so we fucking with the heater on
They ain't bout that shit that we be on
Hop up in the whip, riding slow we creep along
Re-up, we got that gas, talking premium
Shhhh, keep it down, these are topics we speak briefly on
(Unintelligible mumble rap)
That's what you be sounding like, ain't that shit dumb?
Go ahead and grab your squad, I'll grab this fucking drum
I ain't gonna play that shit, so listen close
If you fuck with me I'll turn you to a fucking ghost
Maybe I just need to just chill
You know that I don't wanna but if I have to then I fucking will
See, I'm just tryna make a million bitch
I'm tryna make my grandchildren rich
I guess we got something in common after all
Everyone around me gonna ball until we fall
I ain't got no time for no hoes
And half the time these bitches lookin like some "what are those"
But I could still take ya bitch
And have her wearing all the merch, she say she fuckin' with six
And that's the gang you know who I be reppin'
Everything is black like the pistol you'll see for overstepping
Ain't no cappin', I keep real like a G
I spend your salary on little things like rolling my trees
And if he hating then I knock them off
Talking stupid, broke his jaw
Take his bitches, fuck them all
And give em back to that pathetic trash
I get who I want, they all loving my poetic ass
I guess that I'm the motherfuckin' king
I'm makin big moves
Runnin up these bands in my sleep
Money is the motive, that's the mission
If you think that I was joking, then motherfucker you must be trippin'
I know my music finna blast off
Puffin on this potent while I'm watching all this cash fall
I make it rain with the gang
And if you think that you gon' stop this, I got shooters aiming straight for your brain
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Writer(s): Gavin Simon
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