Good for It

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Spark a Woody, gettin' buzzed like Lightyear You fuck that bitch, I fucked her first, so I might care Got these rappers stressin' out, they growin' white hair I dumped that bitch, sold her a dream, I gave her nightmares They talkin' shit from far away, my .40 right here Shooter shoot like Steve Kerr, I feel like Mike here Told that bitch I'm not Mike Tyson, I don't bite ears My shorty twenty-one, she in her prime years I don't want her body, I want her mind, yeah My Lambo will transform, Optimus Prime, yeah I had to leave the Rex', the 6 is full of slimes, yeah They see me gettin' money, feel like droppin' dimes, yeah She said she wanna be my wife, I said, "Don't waste my time" I'll probably keep on fuckin' bitches 'til I'm forty-nine Please don't try me 'cause you know I'm Addy'd up He thought he was lit until we lit him up [Pre-Chorus] I'm just a brown boy with a bag I got haters poppin' shit, I'm just poppin' all these tags Come get your issue, we got mags The only time when I'm not fuckin' on your bitch, she on the rag [Chorus] Told my plug, "I need a pound, you know I'm good for it" I book a flight for your bitch, she know I'm good for it My jeweler made another chain, he know I'm good for it I'm what the music game needed, yeah, I'm good for it [Verse 2] Got some money and they sayin' that I changed now She don't wanna fuck me, I'm tryna fuck her friend now She said she not a stripper, I still made her strip now I'm doin' good, I left the Rex', I'm off the strip now Had to upgrade all my shooters, got 'em .30 clips Told 'em, "Best not wear my merch when you be doin' shit" My bro still in the trap, I'm tryna get him out that shit 'Cause he can't build a house with only half a brick Ain't talkin' burgers when I say that we was hittin' licks You fuck around, I might just fuck around and fuck your bitch You switch your life around and that's when all your family switch Tell me, who else would keep the lights on if I wasn't lit? These pussies actin' like some toilets, wanna take my shit I got Somalis from the southside, they be sprayin' shit Like 2K player mode, I had to recreate myself You wearin' fake designer, tried to recreate my belt [Pre-Chorus] I'm just a brown boy with a bag I got haters poppin' shit, I'm just poppin' all these tags Come get your issue, we got mags The only time when I'm not fuckin' on your bitch, she on the rag [Chorus] Told my plug, "I need a pound, you know I'm good for it" I book a flight for your bitch, she know I'm good for it My jeweler made another chain, he know I'm good for it I'm what the music game needed, yeah, I'm good for it (Good for it)