What's Good
Ahh, ahh
Mhm
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Niggas talking crazy to me, niggas being fake to me
You ain't gotta stay, bye nigga, then go
I been going hard with my art like Ima artist
I be painting pictures like my name Van Gogh
Never been poor, never gon' be poor
Ima lion hearted nigga, you gon' hear my roar
You want war, we can go have war
All I see is red blood man, that's too much gore
You niggas capping, these niggas, they acting
These niggas, they really don't do it
Run up the money, but you really lazy my nigga, I'm tryna get to it
Came in the game with a plan, call me the coach by the way I drew it
Tell me if you want the static, causing that havoc
We could get into it
What's going on, pick up the phone
Come here lil baby, I'm here all alone
All on my own
I ain't got no time for playing, no, I am not Comme des Garçon
Talking that shit, you ain't on shit
Boy, you a jit, I'm in the pit
We turning up, nigga, we lit
Nigga, we live
No, I cannot take a L 'cause my pride
No, I cannot push that shit to the side
Nigga, that's just how it be like a hive
I call yo' ho and you know she gon' slide
I'm in the party and this shit a vibe
You ain't the gang, you ain't the tribe
I crashed the whip, had to get a new ride
Real eyes, realize lies
Yeah
I let the beat ride, yeah
In the NOLA, I reside, yeah
Cross the bridge, on the Eastside, yeah
Can't believe that he tried, yeah
I been really just chilling, not going crazy on niggas, yeah
He drowned in that water 'cause I am too wavy on niggas, yeah
Getting money Monday through Sunday, it's daily, lil nigga, yeah
Stepping in fashion, better watch yo' lady, lil nigga
When the beat go up I gotta speed up
I'm doing donuts in the Honda truck
Off of that pack and I'm really t'd up
Don't step up crazy, you will get beat up
Feel the hostility, it's heating up
I'm going hard and I cannot ease up
I'm taking off and it's hard to keep up
I cannot see me giving the lead up
Baby, what you doing, back it up
I got fazos on my feet, Ku Klux
Young nigga tryna get bucks
Sipping out a solo cup
Had to go ahead and double up
That lil nigga ain't cut
Y'all was going crazy on deluxe
Hey
Mhm
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Niggas talking crazy to me, niggas being fake to me
You ain't gotta stay, bye nigga, then go
I been going hard with my art like Ima artist
I be painting pictures like my name Van Gogh
Never been poor, never gon' be poor
Ima lion hearted nigga, you gon' hear my roar
You want war, we can go have war
All I see is red blood man, that's too much gore
You niggas capping, these niggas, they acting
These niggas, they really don't do it
Run up the money, but you really lazy my nigga, I'm tryna get to it
Came in the game with a plan, call me the coach by the way I drew it
Tell me if you want the static, causing that havoc
We could get into it
What's going on, pick up the phone
Come here lil baby, I'm here all alone
All on my own
I ain't got no time for playing, no, I am not Comme des Garçon
Talking that shit, you ain't on shit
Boy, you a jit, I'm in the pit
We turning up, nigga, we lit
Nigga, we live
No, I cannot take a L 'cause my pride
No, I cannot push that shit to the side
Nigga, that's just how it be like a hive
I call yo' ho and you know she gon' slide
I'm in the party and this shit a vibe
You ain't the gang, you ain't the tribe
I crashed the whip, had to get a new ride
Real eyes, realize lies
Yeah
I let the beat ride, yeah
In the NOLA, I reside, yeah
Cross the bridge, on the Eastside, yeah
Can't believe that he tried, yeah
I been really just chilling, not going crazy on niggas, yeah
He drowned in that water 'cause I am too wavy on niggas, yeah
Getting money Monday through Sunday, it's daily, lil nigga, yeah
Stepping in fashion, better watch yo' lady, lil nigga
When the beat go up I gotta speed up
I'm doing donuts in the Honda truck
Off of that pack and I'm really t'd up
Don't step up crazy, you will get beat up
Feel the hostility, it's heating up
I'm going hard and I cannot ease up
I'm taking off and it's hard to keep up
I cannot see me giving the lead up
Baby, what you doing, back it up
I got fazos on my feet, Ku Klux
Young nigga tryna get bucks
Sipping out a solo cup
Had to go ahead and double up
That lil nigga ain't cut
Y'all was going crazy on deluxe
Hey
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