Silly Goose
You can smoke up all you want
Just do not do it in my car
Or blow the gas up out the window
You get high like a crescendo
I won't smoke, I'm still your friend though
Least with me you do it safe though
Makes me feel better, than you than you, smoking with the shooters
Put the L inside the ruger
Owe them money man they ruthless
In a bag that's how they do you
Not tryna think about how I knew you
At times I feel that I enable, at least with me you do it safe though
Just get the dope off of my table, man
Fuck
Just want what's better for you
Just want what's better for you
Just want what's better for you
Baby boy
Just want what's better for you
Just want what's better for you
Just want what's better for you
Baby boy
Driving in my Cadillac
My old girl she want me back
Ass is getting fatter 'cause I'm staying at the squatting rack
Something like a fantasy
New girl out the magazines
Broke out of jail a year ago now we making masterpiece
And I ain't on no hit list (HIT LIST)
I'm just on the wish list (WISHLIST)
Up and down the Tinder city looking for some bitches (BITCHES)
(OH haha i meant to say Misses)
And I ain't burning bridges (NAH)
I'm just hitting switches (YEAH)
I got a silly goose inside of me that hoe don't listen no no
Just want what's better for you
Just want what's better for you
Just want what's better for you
Baby boy
Just want what's better for you
Just want what's better for you
Just want what's better for you
Baby boy
I be living that double life
Ain't tryna get in trouble right
Behind the glitz and glamor
We pumping out the bangers
Got the speakers going hammer
While you fixing on yo grammar
Got you holding on yo bladder
Now that we climbing up the ladder
Now the hoes getting madder
Stealing hearts like Jeffrey Dahmer
Find your lane, please don't stammer
Please don't end up in a slammer
Focus on what's the matter
Get yo dough, focus on the batter
Gotta let go of the chitter chatter
Don't be silly silly, go get that milly
I'm off the goose, ain't with Willy nilly
Quit acting sour, what's the pick a dilly
It's happy hour bro, let's go to chilis
Just want what's better for you
Just want what's better for you
Just want what's better for you
Baby boy
Just want what's better for you
Just want what's better for you
Just want what's better for you
Baby boy
Just do not do it in my car
Or blow the gas up out the window
You get high like a crescendo
I won't smoke, I'm still your friend though
Least with me you do it safe though
Makes me feel better, than you than you, smoking with the shooters
Put the L inside the ruger
Owe them money man they ruthless
In a bag that's how they do you
Not tryna think about how I knew you
At times I feel that I enable, at least with me you do it safe though
Just get the dope off of my table, man
Fuck
Just want what's better for you
Just want what's better for you
Just want what's better for you
Baby boy
Just want what's better for you
Just want what's better for you
Just want what's better for you
Baby boy
Driving in my Cadillac
My old girl she want me back
Ass is getting fatter 'cause I'm staying at the squatting rack
Something like a fantasy
New girl out the magazines
Broke out of jail a year ago now we making masterpiece
And I ain't on no hit list (HIT LIST)
I'm just on the wish list (WISHLIST)
Up and down the Tinder city looking for some bitches (BITCHES)
(OH haha i meant to say Misses)
And I ain't burning bridges (NAH)
I'm just hitting switches (YEAH)
I got a silly goose inside of me that hoe don't listen no no
Just want what's better for you
Just want what's better for you
Just want what's better for you
Baby boy
Just want what's better for you
Just want what's better for you
Just want what's better for you
Baby boy
I be living that double life
Ain't tryna get in trouble right
Behind the glitz and glamor
We pumping out the bangers
Got the speakers going hammer
While you fixing on yo grammar
Got you holding on yo bladder
Now that we climbing up the ladder
Now the hoes getting madder
Stealing hearts like Jeffrey Dahmer
Find your lane, please don't stammer
Please don't end up in a slammer
Focus on what's the matter
Get yo dough, focus on the batter
Gotta let go of the chitter chatter
Don't be silly silly, go get that milly
I'm off the goose, ain't with Willy nilly
Quit acting sour, what's the pick a dilly
It's happy hour bro, let's go to chilis
Just want what's better for you
Just want what's better for you
Just want what's better for you
Baby boy
Just want what's better for you
Just want what's better for you
Just want what's better for you
Baby boy
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Writer(s): Kaylob Humes
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