Good & Evil

Lyrics

Running on, I'm running on
 Tell these bitches please stay in your lane, move along
 Might take a trip across the pond just to flex
 Fuck a bitch, pop a xan, yeah we got a long flight home
 Say she got a man, but that ring is gone
 She my greatest fan, play this song, she'll sing along
 Bounce that ass, yeah girl I can see that thong
 The boy so cold, so we fucking with the heater on
 They ain't bout that shit that we be on
 Hop up in the whip, riding slow we creep along
 Re-up, we got that gas, talking premium
 Shhhh, keep it down, these are topics we speak briefly on
 (Unintelligible mumble rap)
 That's what you be sounding like, ain't that shit dumb?
 Go ahead and grab your squad, I'll grab this fucking drum
 I ain't gonna play that shit, so listen close
 If you fuck with me I'll turn you to a fucking ghost
 Maybe I just need to just chill
 You know that I don't wanna but if I have to then I fucking will
 See, I'm just tryna make a million bitch
 I'm tryna make my grandchildren rich
 I guess we got something in common after all
 Everyone around me gonna ball until we fall
 I ain't got no time for no hoes
 And half the time these bitches lookin like some "what are those"
 But I could still take ya bitch
 And have her wearing all the merch, she say she fuckin' with six
 And that's the gang you know who I be reppin'
 Everything is black like the pistol you'll see for overstepping
 Ain't no cappin', I keep real like a G
 I spend your salary on little things like rolling my trees
 And if he hating then I knock them off
 Talking stupid, broke his jaw
 Take his bitches, fuck them all
 And give em back to that pathetic trash
 I get who I want, they all loving my poetic ass
 I guess that I'm the motherfuckin' king
 I'm makin big moves
 Runnin up these bands in my sleep
 Money is the motive, that's the mission
 If you think that I was joking, then motherfucker you must be trippin'
 I know my music finna blast off
 Puffin on this potent while I'm watching all this cash fall
 I make it rain with the gang
 And if you think that you gon' stop this, I got shooters aiming straight for your brain

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Song Details

Duration
02:21
Key
4
Tempo
170 BPM

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