Harry Fraud, Kamaiyah and Jay Worthy - Good Shit (feat. Max B)

Hey, hey, you know the first day the motherfuckers gonna ask you, right?
Now, fuck you and Big Vel, pull that one off.
You know what I tell them, man.
But there's a will, there's always a way.

God gave me a second chance and I ain't let up yet.
If it ain't evident, should know from the way I'm stackin' these presidents.
Aint' into to readin' comments from bitches I'm livin' better than.
Gucci sweaters in my closet next to the vetements.
You read the four agreements?
Ay, you probably should, cause out in Hollywood, these bitches ain't into readin'.
I don't even know why they in the air that I'm breathin'.
Flyer than a seagull like I'm Steven.
Whip's European.
Saw me in the flesh, couldn't believe it.
Vegas tourin', jockin at Venetian.
Not even competin'.
Where's my competition? I'm the reason.
Baby been the answer in my region.
On G-shit, it's Queen bitch.

Bumpin' that hood shit.
Sippin' some Hennessy.
Smokin' the good shit.
AMG niggas smoke.
Only the good shit.
Kidnapped, got a kid.
Coke, I hope it's the good shit.
Bigger one, platinum plates.
Don't do the wood shit.
Rollie a hundred stacks.
Only the good shit.
I came up from nothin' in 96.
I was a rich.
Benz's and Bentley trucks.
Only the good shit.

I miss the way you used to rub on my back
and bring me cash in the middle of the night
where the junkies and hookers clash on the same strip.
I made a hundred thousand in the same whip.
We used to pack the lil' homies in for them field trips.
Smash burgers.
We gon' cook some beef when we grill shit.
Drive-thru.We be in and out like some fast food.
My bitch walk the blade cause she want him,
but she don't have to.
From Adelita's to Madame Cleo's.
I'm really that dude.
Knockin' hoes right out the brothel
and that's on four dudes.
I started smokin' sweets again.
I'm in the streets again.
The league I'm in, there's no other players.
It's only me, my friend.
Silver bands pull up on Bravis.
I'm out with Love Affair.

My bitch is a shotgun.
Bumpin' that hood shit.
Sippin' some Hennessy.
Smokin' the good shit.
AMG niggas smoke.
Only the good shit.
Connect got a kid.
Coca-Cola's the good shit.
Bigger one platinum plaques.
Don't do the wood shit.
Rollie a hundred stacks.
Only the good shit.
I came up from nothin' in 96.
I was hood rich.
Benz's and Bentley trucks.
Only the good shit.

That drink in the 40-40.
Got him at 30-30.
My vision is 2020.
Bitch, get your hands dirty.
Bring my shit every week.
Name ring on every street.
Fuck Coco Mango music.
We bangin' on every beat.
Ridin' with sharp shooters.
Five of them carpoolers.
Bola some Capn Crunch.
Friday's my cock tune.
She smothered in Vegas lights.
Baby got laid tonight.
She fuck me for little money.
But I pay her to say it right.
Rocks make my arm glow.
Yeah, Don Snow.
She chargin' daddy a hundred thousand.
My thot she on GoPro.
Crew will get at a nigga.
Shoot up the splatter niggas.
Momma say take my time.
Move like a caterpillar.

My baby, she shotgun.
Bumpin' that hood shit.
Sippin' some Hennessy.
Smokin' the good shit.
AMG niggas smoke.
Only the good shit.
Couldn't have got a kid.
Coco, bitch, the good shit.
Bigger one platinum plaques.
Don't do the wood shit.
Rollie a hundred stacks.
Only the good shit.
I came up from nothin' in 96.
I was a rich.
Benzes and Bentley trucks.
Only the good shit.

Written by:
Jeffrey Sidhoo, Kamaiyah Johnson, Rory Quigley

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