good thangz

Doors Cobain in the slab that I'm cruisin'
Barry Bonds, A-Rod with the way that I'm juicin'
Sprucing up the loosie cigarillo homie producin'
Seein' shit, like Ricardo I been hittin' that Lucy
The people clappin' never thought I could hack it
I was born with genetics for rappin' without any practice
My Iverson pattern extend to shootin' in battle
Between the Glock and the opiate, I'm choosin' the latter
Hear your tunes and they scatter
A couple bars and I'm bored
Tune to Mars in the hordes
A superstar with them scores
Y'all be lyin' in your music like the war in Iraq
I'll leave you hangin' like Saddam if you fuckin' with the racks
Bitch attack of the titan, make 'em switch up the title
Then I fuck 'em out they money like exclusives for Tidal
Don't buy shit for your wedding, your bitch may seem all bridal
'Til I roll up on the chapel while you readin' the bible
Your man's a rat like he Fievel, he go west of the heavens
Then I call up on his girl to give me head like it's Seven
In a box, get some top while bumpin' some Jimmy Wop
Fuck her 'til she broken like the system of cops

Whip the woodgrain in my new Range
Me and my bae, we got a good thing
Used to fuckin' slang, now I just swang
Ain't nothin' on my mind but a good thing
Whip the woodgrain in my new Range
Me and my bae, we got a good thing
Used to fuckin' slang, now I just swang
Ain't nothin' on my mind but a good thing

I'm watchin' Barry with my bitch, eatin' Goldfish
She ain't like it when I fuck her to that slow shit
She don't ask a lot of questions, she don't know shit
She just like to roll it up and leave it in the moment
I go stupid like a lottery player
Got a lot of locks atop my mop, a conked cranium
The Rock could not come off as charismatic and dapper
As all my Rorschach blots, they scare the baddest of rappers
Put me somewhere to stop, the bums ain't plottin' with nothin'
Your bitch a bottom to someone
I look like God in a button-up
The love can come when I'm too old to give it or fire it
Then I take that bitch's money and invest in retirement
If they eyein' me or say the words, I'm there in a jiff
I got the mighty kinda curves that they could see from a cliff
But I hear they like them thicc boys, bass like I'm Hit Boy
Guess it makes some sense that I don't want my girl no stick toy
Bars sharper than tiddies on Lara Croft
Y'all like Enzo Amore the way you talk to me soft
Get it crackin' like Reagan, but I can trickle it down
'Cause any taste that they can take make 'em worship the crown
Look all on my wrist, you see the tats and a Rollie
Guess I lied at the podium, I ain't all that holy
Yeah the codeine got me feelin' different
Think a bit slowly
Yeah my whip so expensive, even them dirt roads toll me

Whip the woodgrain in my new Range
Me and my bae, we got a good thing
Used to fuckin' slang, now I just swang
Ain't nothin' on my mind but a good thing
Whip the woodgrain in my new Range
Me and my bae, we got a good thing
Used to fuckin' slang, now I just swang
Ain't nothin' on my mind but a good thing