GoodWhiteKid Lyrics

Good white kid from the suburbs

Felt a little different than the others

Made some bad friends, when they met, causing trouble

That's when he got to big for his bubble

Now I tell her "Buss it down"

Four hundred and fifty-four grams, damn that's a pound

We be getting so gassed when we smoke that loud

Bitches having no class, they get passed around

They get passed around

Everytime your boy pulls up

All these hoes look up

Cuz I'm fabulous

I walked into the scene, now it's so shook up

They don't know Europe

Cuz they so cooked up

Still we bring the heat and the bangers

Why you so rude, lil' boy, learn some manners

Low-key, eyeing me, I'll put you on a banner

"Smashed in the face with Thor's hammer"

But I'm still a...

Good white kid from the suburbs

Felt a little different than the others

Made some bad friends, when they met, causing trouble

That's when he got to big for his bubble

Now I tell her "Buss it..."

Four hundred and fifty-four grams, damn that's a...

We be getting so gassed when we smoke that...

Bitches having no class, they get passed a...

They get passed a...

Good white kid from the suburbs

Felt a little different than the others

Made some bad friends, when they met, causing trouble

That's when he got to big for his bubble

Now I tell her "Buss it down"

Four hundred and fifty-four grams, damn that's a pound

We be getting so gassed when we smoke that loud

Bitches having no class, they get passed around

They get passed around