Good ft. YungBoss Lyrics

Im sick of these enemies

Pickin up felonies wont be

The end of me movin like

Centipedes haters still

Hatin me thats why im growin

Gee bet they aint standin two

Feet up in front of me bitch get

Knocked out cold to the concrete

Laugh out loud you think i forgot gee

Still somethin crazy that creep along

Side me find out next you keep

Tappin that key i dont give a fuck

You can die at my feet you live on

Your knees you gonna die on your

Knees im hungry you see im dying to

Eat im killin these haters with rhythms

On the beat came from nothin i stand

On my feet how much green you

Wouldnt believe it aint that smart

You testin on me i dont forget man

I kill enemies

You talkin all that shit like a snitch

Would a bitch would im blazin

With my homies and im good

Yea im good for them haters keep

On hatin if ya could yea and ima keep

On demonstratin that im good that im good

Im good im good im great yea im hood

Yea im bossn and im flossn got all these

Bitches talkin yea been rapn with my sis

And we steady livin bliss they be suckin like

A leach big house on the beach yea im

Smashin all these hos makin money gettin

Dough and we lit like firewood step to me

I dont think you should its yb and musicyn

And yea we steady winnin im cleaver on

The mic and im killin it alright

You talkin all that shit like a snitch

Would a bitch would im blazin

With my homies and im good

Yea im good for them haters keep

On hatin if ya could yea and ima keep

On demonstratin that im good that im good

When i say that im good yall it means

That im good still runnin game still

Feelin good doin what i love cuz i

Know that i should got love for the

Haters yall knew that i would every time

You talk got me feelin so good you focused

On me im rollin backwoods doin your

Thing like a little snitch would dont

Worry about me little bitch im good

Poppin mollys smokin dope yea i

Might need some scope got some mean

Fuckin flo and her ass she bout to throw

Yea im still livin bliss reppn the east to the

West got these beats in my beats and i

Fucked her on her red sheets yung boss got

That hot sause and its all about that money

Have it wrapped like a mummy yea

I told you im good man and my eyes

Fuckin glazed and these fuckin ray bans

Its flo for fuckin eva yea its boss n cyn again

You talkin all that shit like a snitch

Would a bitch would im blazin

With my homies and im good

Yea im good for them haters keep

On hatin if ya could yea and ima keep

On demonstratin that im good that im good