I'm Good (feat. Lil Wayne)

Yeah, uh

I'm so fuckin' awesome, my marbles I lost 'em

I'm taking everything, everything but precaution

Your bitches wanna call us and text us like Austin

Pussy make me hard, pussy niggas make me nauseous

I've been on my feet since the day I started walkin'

Bitch I think I'm MC Hammer, put the nail in the coffin

Sell coke in a drought, sell pussy at a auction

Bullets got a nigga runnin' fast enough to race horses

Around here you sniff these lines, you don't cross 'em

Kill your ass and leave you behind like a orphan

I swear it happens all the time, very often

Still getting baseball money, Barry Larkin

Around here we play for keeps, yeah we eatin' but we starvin'

I get me a little money, try to spread it like margarine

I'm flyer than a motherfucker, all my flights chartered

Green Kush, red flag, black car, white lawyer, I'm good

Yeah, MMG YMCMB nigga, Tune what up?

Ay, I say I go into my beast mode, rappin' niggas I eat those

I tell a bitch take a deep breath then bend them knees like a free throw

I don't want me no good girl, I fell in love with these freak hoes

In my bedroom I make a movie, it's starrin' me with that Lee Rose

Cause I ball hard like D-Rose, my stash on closet

Racks in my pocket, these racks I deposit

Got racks on my conscience, money on my mind

I got shooters on my team, they got bodies on their nine

Look at that bad bitch right there, see that body on that dime

I ain't swimming in no hoe, you know I'm probably on that grind

All these niggas hating on me, me, but I ain't on that time, time

Cause I be in that back nigga and I ain't talkin' about swine

I'm talking 62 West, they say a nigga too fresh

You a rat, your homie singin', y'all should do a duet

Shawty told me she love my swag, I make that pussy too wet

You niggas banned and my hoes and I'm like why they'd do that? (go)

Um, I don't have a conscience, all my friends are monsters

They visit me so constant and talk to me about nonsense

Like stabbin' you and then watchin' you fight for your life like you boxin'

Bitch deuce deuce, I smoke that OG killer, Bobby Johnson

I'll ollie over that bitch head, it's Hollygrove till I'm fucking dead

I did a bid for that toast, so fuck with me I'll treat you like butter bread

But I still go hard with no regard, Earth ain't shit, bitch go to Mars

Leave a nigga dead in the gutter, it'll just be him and a bloody ass bowlin' ball

I'm fresh as hand sanitizer, don't hate the game, just analyze it

Two Xanax, I'm fantasizin' about fat bitches' panty sizes

Take a bullet to the chest, be a man about it, stop acting like a little bitch nigga

Most of y'all niggas is bitch niggas, I got a tiger in the basement, Big Tigger

My hair long and my dick bigger, my hair long and my dick bigger

My hair long and my dick bigger, my money longer, my weed stronger

I feed hunger, I no longer get my weed from Fee

I pull that freedom off my waist, now watch me let freedom ring, ding