Good Riddance (Late Night) ft. S3Huncho Lyrics

I don't want to talk to you about nothing

Baby can you get the fuck out my face

Trap getting hot this shit get to jumping

Pockets was empty so I made a way

Her phone unlocked so I get to checking this shit

Now I swear I be wishing I didn't

Now I got the drop

Me and bro finna go slide to his crib, you can tell him good riddance

I'm trying to get the money, I just want them bands poking out of my jeans like I went to a scrimmage

Got so much Dior dripping off of my mother fucking body you think I was locked in with Christian

Got a bad little mama she riding my wave tryna fuck on the kid cause she fuck with my image

I ain't ever telling them shit

If the feds pick me up then I promise I don't know who did it

Told her too many times, had to cut the bitch off cause I didn't want to talk the little hoe didn't listen

Tryna run up a check and get up out the trenches it ain't bout a bag, it don't call my attention

Said she want me to stay, shorty get out my face ain't no way that i'm throwing you any affection

If i'm thinking about calling you back it's to fuck and i'm gone in the wind in under 60 seconds

Pockets fat yeah obese I ain't talking about Precious

Three five in a leaf all we smoking is pressure

Tell that boy take a seat i'ma give them a lecture

Got his bitch all on me I be doing the extras

She be up late night who you think she be texting

Had to double my cup pouring up dirty Texas

I be up late night off the drugs no stressing

If it's gas i'ma blow it you know that's no question

I don't want to talk to you about nothing

Baby can you get the fuck out my face

Trap getting hot this shit get to jumping

Pockets was empty so I made a way

Her phone unlocked so I get to checking this shit

Now I swear I be wishing I didn't

Now I got the drop

Me and bro finna go slide to his crib, you can tell him good riddance

I'm trying to get the money, I just want them bands poking out of my jeans like I went to a scrimmage

Got so much Dior dripping off of my mother fucking body you think I was locked in with Christian

Got a bad little mama she riding my wave tryna fuck on the kid cause she fuck with my image

I ain't ever telling them shit

If the feds pick me up then I promise I don't know who did it