Good ****

Cheese on the track

Got a ************ stackin' caps

I'm servin' them bags, I run through 'em all dog

******' on your ************ when you call dog

You a ************ goin' through a ************ call log

And the Hi-Tech red, that's real raw

Take a sip of that ************, wash the pill down

He a gangster but a ************ still squeal now

************ boy tell me how you still real now

I can hit my lawyer, get ten pounds

Too late for you try to be real now

Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now

I pull up to the show Balmained down

Copycat try to have the same sound

Cooked up good ************, run the J's out

Pull up with a stick, put a bullet in his mouth

Never cashin' in, took the cash route

And them sold out dates got a ************ back in they bag

You reach for the cash and I bust at your ass

And I was just sippin' on Act

Got a bustdown cuban link choker, mink gotta match

************ say she wanna ************ me, no strings attached

And I was gettin' fresh just to work in the trap

When the trap came, ************ got work in the map

And don't talk on phones, ************ workin' that tap

************s owe the mob, better pay they tab

Whole lot of money, gotta keep my strap

Tried to stop sippin' syrup but a ************ relapsed

Bangin' my gang like a mother******' frat

I don't love a ho, I can never get attached

Gave your ass a loan and you better bring it back

Push up on your ho, she was lookin' like a snack

************s play tough 'til a ************ get whacked

All the coupes fast, ************ might as well drag

Hundred thousand cash in the Goyard bag

Pull up in your hood ************, I don't need a pass

All blue hundreds, got these ************ ************s mad

Robbed a lil ************, ain't have to use mags

Two-hundred twenty, ************ had to do the dash

Killin' all you bullies, think you bad to the bad

Marlo countin' Coogi with two hundred on the dash

Got a ************ stackin' caps

I'm servin' them bags, I run through 'em all dog

******' on your ************ when you call dog

You a ************ goin' through a ************ call log

And the Hi-Tech red, that's real raw

Take a sip of that ************, wash the pill down

He a gangster but a ************ still squeal now

************ boy tell me how you still real now

I can hit my lawyer, get ten pounds

Too late for you try to be real now

Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now

I pull up to the show Balmained down

Copycat try to have the same sound

Cooked up good ************, run the J's out

Pull up with a stick, put a bullet in his mouth

Never cashin' in, took the cash route