GOOD FOR LIFE

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, Rell) [Chorus] I got a cabinet full of drank, safe full of ice No matter how hard it rain, DJ good for life I got a run in the ten, I'ma be good for life I take loss after loss, but I'ma be alright Damn, I got a trunk full of work and they just hit the lights If the dog sniff me out, the judge gon' give me life If I don't make another song, I'ma be good for life (Are you in the Mafia?) Nigga, believe that [Verse 1] Ridin' in this 580 lookin' at you broke niggas starin' Through the five-percent tint like I don't know niggas What he do with the pints? I took 'em to the O, nigga I ain't been at home, I've been busy on the road gettin' it I don't talk too fast to y'all boys 'cause y'all slow niggas I'm tryna stay fuck nigga free like I'm Glorilla Nigga want all fent', he don't want no dope in it Walk-in closet full of 'bows, ain't no clothes in it [Chorus] I got a cabinet full of drank, safe full of ice No matter how hard it rain, DJ good for life I got a run in the ten, I'ma be good for life I take loss after loss, but I'ma be alright Damn, I got a trunk full of work and they just hit the lights If the dog sniff me out, the judge gon' give me life If I don't make another song, I'ma be good for life Nigga, believe that I should take a bitch to Sicily Gotta be a top-tier bitch just to sit with me Bury me in Italy All this designer drip on me, shit is killin' me My Hutch tab gettin' higher, man, this shit killin' me Damn, this Tris' I got Tris', and this time, I can feel the leg They can't keep up with me, it's like I'm in the league If I die in all this fashion, just bury me in Italy [Verse 2] Bury me in Amiri Jeans If she like me then I'm straight, I like my bitches mean They like, "Damedot, do you got some drank that's clean?" I cannot make this up like some Maybelline If she ugly, I ain't takin' one for the team Drank lines used to take one and make it three Go as far as you want, you can't find a me I heard all my haters really ain't too fond of me Bae, you got a fat ass, you so fine to me You wastin' time with that nigga, come stand behind a G Nigga, I've been fuckin' hoes since a counter creep If you ain't gettin' to the bag, nigga, have a seat Boy Yeah, she say she love me, but that's your bitch, boy He gon' get hit, boy, this brick hit boy Even when I'm talkin' shit, I ain't talkin' shit, boy This AR flip boys You really want some racks, you gotta take a risk, boy [Chorus] I should take a bitch to Sicily Gotta be a top-tier bitch just to sit with me Bury me in Italy All this designer drip on me, shit is killin' me My Hutch tab gettin' higher, man, this shit killin' me Damn, this Tris' I got Tris', and this time, I can feel the leg They can't keep up with me, it's like I'm in the league If I die in all this fashion, just bury me in Italy