ฟังเพลงWE GOOD! (Explicit)

Song: WE GOOD!

Artist: Travis Thompson, Ade

Lyrics: Travis Thompson

Composed: C Gutta

Uh

I said who want what

They done fucked up

Let me off the leash with my young bucks

Pressing dumb luck, ain't no stopping me

Only young one, shouldn't trust us

Run your property til the sun's up

Being broke has lost it's novelty

I'm getting - fun's up

Never warm blunt - that shit kills

Everyone run from a lit fuse

Tell me who the coldest are

We'll make a pros and cons

Call her over, let your bitch choose

Fair when we 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 odd's against

Pray to god that the squad get the guap

My mans killing crabs

At the bottom of some costly kicks

When you ask for the man tryna lock me in

Cuz everybody getting money but I'm not convinced

I mean....

I don't know what to believe

I see 'em picking the fun

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 got to doubt

We good over here

We good over here

We good over here

We good over here

It ain't ever been shit to cause a scene

It ain't ever come quick is all it seems

Same pretty got a fifth of malt

To get my issues solved

We never quick to call the polcie

I peep shit still really unamazed

Most get all worried what a youngin make

Its alot of people talking about the big moves

Probably said it if you ask what they done today

And im still sitting geeked on the 99

Make a check and henaway

Damn

Why you gotta say it like that

Show five figures, you don't get it like that

Yes you getting paid

We ain't gon move to LA

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

Tell me faded breaking joints

Tell your friend she can join

Yeah they really making noise

Yeah they really making noise

Young man with that big bag

Misfits yeah still mismatched

Ambaum brought your bitch back

Wrist still sore like .45 kick back

I don't know what to believe

I see 'em picking the fun

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 got to doubt

We good over here

We good over here

We good over here

We good over here