WE GOOD!

Lyrics

[Intro: Travis Thompson] Yeah, huh Uh, huh [Verse 1: Travis Thompson] I said, who want what? (Who want what?) They done fucked up, let me off the leash, I'm with my young bucks (I'm with my young bucks) Pressing dumb luck, ain't no stopping me, you only young once (Only young once) Shouldn't trust us, run your property until the sun's up (Ah) Being broke done lost its novelty, I'm getting funds up Never one blunt, that shit kill (Yeah) Everybody run from the lit fuse Tell me who the coldest are, let's make a pros and cons Call her over, let your bitch choose Ah, it's never fair when it stack up I was there, unaware if you ask us Got her hair for the grip, not a care in the world I'm a stare with the zip, put her ass up Damn, I feel that storm coming, I see they want more of it Ain't hard to tell you ain't really felt that, held that pit in your stomach When the odds against Pray to God that the squad get the guap and mans Killing crabs at the bottom of some costly kicks (Yeah) Don't you ask for the math talking lock me in 'Cause everybody getting money, but I'm not convinced, I mean [Chorus: ADÉ & Travis Thompson] I don't know what to believe I see 'em faking the funk Me, I put an eighth in the blunt I do and I say what I want You did it all for clout I get paid in large amounts It's really my car and my house You ain't ever gotta doubt We good over here (We good, we good, we good) We good over here (We good, we good, we good) We good over here (We good, we good, we good) We good over here (We all good, yeah, we good, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Travis Thompson] It ain't ever been shit to cause a scene (No) It ain't ever come quick is all it seems (Nah) Same pretty got a fifth of malt to get my issues solved We never quick to call the police I peep shit still really unamazed Most get all worried what a youngin make (Haha) It's a lot of people talking 'bout the big moves They probably settle if you ask 'em what they done today And I'm still sitting geeked on the 99, make a check a hundred ways Since North Face [?], damn Why you had to said it like that? Show five figures, you don't get it like that Yeah, stupid and paid, huh We ain't gon' move to LA, huh Shit got good weed, bad hoes, and hot ass right where I stay So tell me, baby, what's the point? Telly shaking 'bout some coins Telly faded breaking joints Tell your friend that she can join Y'all ain't really making noise Y'all ain't really making noise, huh Young man with that big bag Misfits just still mismatched Ambaum brought your bitch back Wrist still sore like four-five kickback (Dang) [Chorus: ADÉ & Travis Thompson] I don't know what to believe I see 'em faking the funk Me, I put an eighth in the blunt I do and I say what I want You did it all for clout I get paid in large amounts It's really my car and my house You ain't ever gotta doubt We good over here (We good, we good, we good) We good over here (We good, we good, we good) We good over here (We good, we good, we good) We good over here (We all good, yeah, we good, yeah, yeah)