Good To Go

Good to go, good to go

Good to go, good to go

Fresh kicks all day

New fits, alright

Drop hits all day

Then party all night

Good to go, good to go

Good to go, good to go

Fresh kicks all day

New fits, alright

Drop hits all day

Then party all night

Walk wit' a limp and I talk wit' a lingo

Party with a buncha bad girls in a Pinto

Run up on a motherfucker wit' a dull pencil

Sharpen up a number 2 on his new Benzo

Hit the brakes, all the way, you can do an endo

Put the bass in your face, you can feel the tempo

Yela's in your face, grab a stencil

You should wanna get a copy the style

I'll lend yo ass, the man so bad

From Alabama with banjo cocked back

Swing bass like I'm Rambo fix that

I don't wanna hear shit buddy that's that

Can't get the buzz, go run back to the bar

Pick another drink, get ready to go

Send me ya telephone number, bitch

Maybe when I'm ready to roll

I'll hit you wit' the totem pole

But right now I'm

Good to go, good to go

Good to go, good to go

Fresh kicks all day

New fits, alright

Drop hits all day

Then party all night

Good to go, good to go

Good to go, good to go

Fresh kicks all day

New fits, alright

Drop hits all day

Then party all night

Well, boy, you wanna do this shit, well, let's get to it

You already know I'mma run right through it

I'm just like fluid, artifact like water

Come on, be real, I go a lil' harder

Hide ya girlfriend, wife or daughter

Put it on a plate, I'mma serve ya order

Line 'em up, put 'em in place for the slaughta

Game over by the end of 1st quarter

Wake up hata rise and shine

I'm a start when you ridin' pine

I got yo main girl ridin' mine

Her face in my lap as I recline

It's grindin' time and I declare

I'll run my fingers through her hair

I run these streets like marathon

You can't touch me like Hammer, gone

I'm good to go, good to go

Good to go, good to go

Fresh kicks all day

New fits, alright

Drop hits all day

Then party all night

Good to go, good to go

Good to go, good to go

Fresh kicks all day

New fits, alright

Drop hits all day

Then party all night

Don't you know I got Bun B

In my front seat and we got these

（Poppers on the Chrome）

One time for ya boy Pimp C

（Pocket full of stones）

Yeah, I gotta pocket full of stones

'Cause I fell off my dirt bike in cargo pants

I rock a microphone literally

Lit up the track lyrically wit bottles cans

Pop a band, put a stack on it

I'll wad up his plans like Aquaman

Make a rapper run back to the studio

Retrace his steps like he dropped a gram

I'll be damned, have ease, baby

You don't wanna run if ya rhythm ain't ready

Sin syllables, beats edible

Incredible, inevitably, go

Good to go, good to go

Good to go, good to go

Fresh kicks all day

New fits, alright

Drop hits all day

Then party all night

Good to go, good to go

Good to go, good to go

Fresh kicks all day

New fits, alright

Drop hits all day

Then party all night

Yelawolf, Bun B, good to go

UGK, good to go

R.I.P. Pimp C, ghetto vision

Alabama, Texas connection

Yippie yeller, holler at G

It's good to go