Good On Dat
Tell a bitch I'm good on that
Naw bitch I'm good on that
Remember she ain't wanna text me back
Til she seen these racks
Gone fuck for a stack
Brodie rolling up a wood, It's fat
Gut it out, go ahead, stuff some kush in that
What's the move
What you tryna do
Got some hoes
We can go and push on that
Lately, I been moving lowkey
Fuck the opps
And fuck the police
Niggas hate but don't even know me
Say I'm pussy, go ahead then show me
My shooter good aim
Kobe
He'll take a nigga brain
No fee
I'm sitting at the Hawks game watching from the floor
Remember I couldn't even get nosebleeds
Tell a bitch I'm good on that
Naw bitch I'm good on that
Remember she ain't wanna text me back
Til she seen these racks
Gone fuck for a stack
Brodie rolling up a wood, It's fat
Gut it out, go ahead, stuff some kush in that
What's the move
What you tryna do
Got some hoes
We can go and push on that
Lately, I been moving lowkey
Fuck the opps
And fuck the police
Niggas hate but don't even know me
Say I'm pussy, go ahead then show me
My shooter good aim
Kobe
He'll take a nigga brain
No fee
I'm sitting at the Hawks game watching from the floor
Remember I couldn't even get nosebleeds
But I kept it consistent
Foot on they neck
Got the game in submission
And I cut shawty off
Cause she wasn't really with me
She didn't see the vision
What's the price, what's the ticket
Don't care, I'mma get it
My niggas be living
Heard its smoke in the air
Treat that boy like a bud
We gone go head and nip it
I had to get up and go out and get it
I take a pack then you know I'mma flip it
State to state, City to city, we tripping
Missed a few meals
Tryna run up a mili
Get rich or die trying
I'm feeling like 50
People gone hate when they get filled with envy
Ride with my pistol, I can't let em get me
I'm trusting nobody
No love in my city
You think shit sweet
Wait til I turn this lil bitch sour
My name ain't Austin
But I still want all the power
You fucked me up
I thought I couldn't be without ya
But now I'm good on that
I don't even think about ya
Tell a bitch I'm good on that
Naw bitch I'm good on that
Remember she ain't wanna text me back
Til she seen these racks
Gone fuck for a stack
Brodie rolling up a wood, It's fat
Gut it out, go ahead, stuff some kush in that
What's the move
What you tryna do
Got some hoes
We can go and push on that
Naw bitch I'm good on that
Remember she ain't wanna text me back
Til she seen these racks
Gone fuck for a stack
Brodie rolling up a wood, It's fat
Gut it out, go ahead, stuff some kush in that
What's the move
What you tryna do
Got some hoes
We can go and push on that
Lately, I been moving lowkey
Fuck the opps
And fuck the police
Niggas hate but don't even know me
Say I'm pussy, go ahead then show me
My shooter good aim
Kobe
He'll take a nigga brain
No fee
I'm sitting at the Hawks game watching from the floor
Remember I couldn't even get nosebleeds
Tell a bitch I'm good on that
Naw bitch I'm good on that
Remember she ain't wanna text me back
Til she seen these racks
Gone fuck for a stack
Brodie rolling up a wood, It's fat
Gut it out, go ahead, stuff some kush in that
What's the move
What you tryna do
Got some hoes
We can go and push on that
Lately, I been moving lowkey
Fuck the opps
And fuck the police
Niggas hate but don't even know me
Say I'm pussy, go ahead then show me
My shooter good aim
Kobe
He'll take a nigga brain
No fee
I'm sitting at the Hawks game watching from the floor
Remember I couldn't even get nosebleeds
But I kept it consistent
Foot on they neck
Got the game in submission
And I cut shawty off
Cause she wasn't really with me
She didn't see the vision
What's the price, what's the ticket
Don't care, I'mma get it
My niggas be living
Heard its smoke in the air
Treat that boy like a bud
We gone go head and nip it
I had to get up and go out and get it
I take a pack then you know I'mma flip it
State to state, City to city, we tripping
Missed a few meals
Tryna run up a mili
Get rich or die trying
I'm feeling like 50
People gone hate when they get filled with envy
Ride with my pistol, I can't let em get me
I'm trusting nobody
No love in my city
You think shit sweet
Wait til I turn this lil bitch sour
My name ain't Austin
But I still want all the power
You fucked me up
I thought I couldn't be without ya
But now I'm good on that
I don't even think about ya
Tell a bitch I'm good on that
Naw bitch I'm good on that
Remember she ain't wanna text me back
Til she seen these racks
Gone fuck for a stack
Brodie rolling up a wood, It's fat
Gut it out, go ahead, stuff some kush in that
What's the move
What you tryna do
Got some hoes
We can go and push on that
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Writer(s): Justin Stephens
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