GOOD TO GO Lyrics

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GTG just keeping it low

Creating distance, ain't keeping it close

Everything real ain't meant for exposure

Making these plays, enjoying the show

Touching a milli, I need me some more

Pressing the gas, I'm already gone

Flexing the cash, that's me being silly

Investing it back, so I'm good to go

Fucking the world and fuck all you hoes

I know you're small, I keep stubbing my toe

Big head, in charge, can't front on the post

My hand up to God, what more do you want?

Yee, how 'bout you stop all the cap?

How 'bout you hop off my sack?

How 'bout you, huh, get off your ass?

Go make you a life, homie, how 'bout that?

Proud to be black, bitch, everything's up

Don't be concerned what I got in my cup

Just know when it's doubled, you niggas in trouble

I'm already bubbling 'bout to erupt

God on my side, that's more than enough

Fam on my side, that's more than enough

Talk out your side, you're just feeling tough

Like, that's supposed to mean something to us

Finish y'all with the press of a button

Neosporin, nigga, I'm in the cut

Chef in the kitchen, I'm whipping it up

I'm doing it big, I do it because

GTG just keeping it low

Creating distance, ain't keeping it close

Everything real ain't meant for exposure

Making these plays, enjoying the show

Touching a milli, I need me some more

Pressing the gas, I'm already gone

Flexing the cash, that's me being silly

Investing it back, so I'm good to go

Killing them softly, here's my condolence

Sending you flowers a bouquet of roses

Working on me, can't compete with the Jones's

They comment, then copy, these haters my clones

Ugh, straight from the bottom, I'm prone

Stand on my commas, I'm counting euros

L-M-F-A-O, y'all laughing emoji

My biweekly check's up, these bars got parole

Damn, game ain't free, I suppose

Always comes with a fee, I suppose

Y'all lying, but the numbers don't

If the pussy good, I need receipts showing

My brother and them said keep going

I'm a keep winning like a cheat code in

What's smoke, but some pre-rolling

Tell me when to go, no E-40

Pockets swollen, crème brûlée

Now she wants it, cause she wants it

Now he wondering, why he can't have it

I'm too up, and they can't grab it, I'm

GTG just keeping it low

Creating distance, ain't keeping it close

Everything real ain't meant for exposure

Making these plays, enjoying the show

Touching a milli, I need me some more

Pressing the gas, I'm already gone

Flexing the cash, that's me being silly

Investing it back, so I'm good to go