g.o.o.d morning

stutterin'

givin'em rest and makin' love again

in my best i be the run again

and i have the man dem stutterin'

i'm getting this nigga in the morning

he gon takin even chiefin' just too long way

he see me in the evening

wanna catch all these feelings

well let me be the first to get mine

ohh!

yeah! okay i'm chillin' in my camo

flippin' through the channels

on my g.o.o.d music shit

my logo's a lambo

four doors of ammo

this ammunition i'm pitching

will make your body

switch another postion

listen

my weed loud

fuck her and speed off

tell em i bare arms

i'm cuttin my sleeves off

lettin my tats show and i sag my pants

i'm letting my ass show

i'm hot as tabasco

i study

castro

yeah

my plug from cuba

inside the car is like a damn computer

inside the crib is like a damn museum

you ain't seen these before

you better get em on film

tryin to take these fat pockets

man your chances are slim

disrespect: you stomp em out

man give em a tim

you ain't did what i did

see i know i'mma win

and they don't have slow-motion so i did it again

woah!

okay i'm sitting on the plane

flying over graves

i'm so high

nigga i could talk to rain

my outfits insane

ain't that evident?

my chain had another chain like it was pregnant

my favorite dish is turkey lasagna

even my pajamas designer

she got a fat ass i make her rewind

back seat so big i press recline

got a dirty sprite in my cup holder

rappers like road kill

they get run over

they get done over

its just one solider

this flow will make you fall like its october

me and your girl

nigga opposite of sober

celine paris chain charm look like a cobra

young casanova

baby romeo

i got my girl geeked

she look like she from 'tokyo'