Good to me

Thanksgiving dinners
Talking big mommas

Still coughin off the woods
Had to Pass the skoma

I just blew 100 dollars
Fuckin wit the giants

Shoulda pick the 9ers
Mad stuck seat reclinin

Remember we was masked up
Grippin irons

Never seen a fair fight
Just flairs flying

Throwa agent off the roof
Straight hang glide em

Summertime low tide
Cape May found em

Flairs
Put em in the air
Till the waves drowned him

Shit
Nobody really cares
And they still clown you

Niggas catching sacrifices
Watch who round you

Born sinner
Cook wax inna air frier

Ayo
Shout out to plug cuz my air flyer

Fly talk im always spittin that

Bitch
Said i fell off
I had to get it back

But it never left

Take a look at the stars
They say im heavens best

I dont play wit the bars
You meet the warden yet
Prolly not

Threw on the mask and ran in poppy spot
Got me hot

Fill up the bag wit all the cash you got Ah

Gelato wit the kush
That was good to me

Rip Anesha
She was good to me

Spring break in Miami
Shit was good to me

Vacuum seal
You could miss me with that foolery



Credits
Writer(s): Eman Levine
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