Good Company
Yea pimp shit
Five on my wrist put five on ya bitch nigga yea
I told that bitch she ain't good company, shit, I'm really just a smooth nigga
You ain't got them rackies, I'm really behooved, nigga
Flashing money on the gram, I'm confused nigga Yeah, you know in real life that ain't you
Social media star, but your true colors paint you
Rado can do everything that these niggas can't do
Wan see me fail, but I didn't, I should thank you
Motivation, dedication, what a nigga don't got
Left wrist, right wrist, bitch, I got both clocks
Nosebleeds, seats, honestly, I want the floor spots
And if you got the 3 Deeno then I got the post-spot
Yeah, nigga, all that shit, I need it Hold on, let me pop this bottle for these bitches
I told that bitch I'm her best company, bitch, you ain't shit without me
You can't even go in the mall and get a fit without me
She say I like my niggas crazy, but, you trippin' bout me
Yeah, bitch, I am, I spit this shit cause I'm him
I don't give a fuck, I ain't been to church, this shit just a hymn
And if we speakin' facts, Rado don't argue with no bitches
We don't speak on that, real nigga talkin' I don't wanna hear you speakin' back
Bitch, I just landed, where its sandy, where the beaches at
I'm at the villa on the weekend where I'm creepin' at
Five on my wrist put five on ya bitch nigga yea
I told that bitch she ain't good company, shit, I'm really just a smooth nigga
You ain't got them rackies, I'm really behooved, nigga
Flashing money on the gram, I'm confused nigga Yeah, you know in real life that ain't you
Social media star, but your true colors paint you
Rado can do everything that these niggas can't do
Wan see me fail, but I didn't, I should thank you
Motivation, dedication, what a nigga don't got
Left wrist, right wrist, bitch, I got both clocks
Nosebleeds, seats, honestly, I want the floor spots
And if you got the 3 Deeno then I got the post-spot
Yeah, nigga, all that shit, I need it Hold on, let me pop this bottle for these bitches
I told that bitch I'm her best company, bitch, you ain't shit without me
You can't even go in the mall and get a fit without me
She say I like my niggas crazy, but, you trippin' bout me
Yeah, bitch, I am, I spit this shit cause I'm him
I don't give a fuck, I ain't been to church, this shit just a hymn
And if we speakin' facts, Rado don't argue with no bitches
We don't speak on that, real nigga talkin' I don't wanna hear you speakin' back
Bitch, I just landed, where its sandy, where the beaches at
I'm at the villa on the weekend where I'm creepin' at
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Writer(s): Caleb Charles
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