Good Afternoon Lyrics

Put the loud in the blunt spark it up take it straight the face

Bottle of Henny straight up don't even need a chase

Gettin that boy hit up we ain't leaving a trace

Rocking all black fit like im going thru a phase

But this ain't a phase Nigga I really be living this shit

Just got paid Nigga finna go and cop me some ricks

Why you always tryna hate nigga go and hop off my dick

Say it with your chest Nigga we ain't into talking slick

Spend all this money in weekend cause I can get it back quick

Weight of the world on my shoulders I'll be ok soon as that lighter flick

Lit the j on earth somehow ended up on the fucking moon

Feel like La flame I'm the highest Nigga in the room

All is see is fake Niggas round me must be off the shrooms

Just took an eight of shrooms that's how I know these Niggas ain't real

Ain't no point in hiding nigga tell me how you feel

All about this money Nigga come on let's make a deal

Don't worry bout my teams artillery just know I keep one concealed

That bitch was acting funny we had to cut her off

That nigga tried to take from me we had to go run him off

These Niggas act hard but they impotent they really soft

She a ghetto hood girl so I fucked her in an uptown loft

Yeah she from Houston but she spend all her time up in Atlanta

All this ice makes me sick need some cough syrup with the fucking Fanta

Fuck bitches get money that's the motto that's my fucking mantra

Me and my niggas rolling deep pull up in the hotboxed lamb truck

Lit the j on earth somehow ended on the moon

Feel like La flame I'm the highest Nigga in the room

All is see is fake Niggas round me must be off the shrooms

You keep worrying bout me imma keep oj counting up these blues

Lit the j on earth somehow ended on the moon

Feel like La flame I'm the highest Nigga in the room

All is see is fake Niggas round me must be off the shrooms