Good Year

Yeah, this my good year, I'm finna turn this fuckin' city up

That tour crazy, seein' pretty ladies lift they titties up

She said she wanna ride, I told that lil' bitch, giddy up

I'm finna bust it down and kick her out, right back on other stuff

Nah, I don't need no flags, my gang got me like they my last

First you gon' see that flash, in a couple seconds, hear that brr

Nigga talkin' shit and he got murked, like I took that cash right from the clerk

And you know I did that work, ha-ha, ha-ha

They try to talk on internet, catch him at the stop sign

I follow like a dot line, then hit him with that Glock 9