YALLGOOD (feat. AiZack) [VIP]

Proceed with caution

I don't know nothin

Motherfuckers think they know me

Out here on this field all cozy

They be saying I don't act right

Bitch I don't know if I'm alright

So you're telling me I'm gone

Pack my bags i'm out here all on my own

Depression kicks my ass all throughout all the storms

Got nothing but fears in me

Music is all thats appeasing me

Money is all that my time can see

Fuck around and find out what they told me

Fuck a hype train do my own thing

Stay in my lane got the gang tweaking

So I'm not sinking

Your daddy screaming my name

What I call fame

We're not the same

Yeah let me ask you something, are you all good?

Cuz I be chilling with your bitch in your own hood

Might just pull up for your show with the whole hood

I had your bitch wanting me like the hoe should

If they talking to me crazy then it's not good

Might just put another opp in a backwood

And I don't smoke but I'mma pass it to your ex girl

She smoking up, getting high with the top floor boss

Why the fuck they really wanna come fuck with baby

Why the fuck these other bitches want that problem with me

Why the fuck these no names really out here tryna beef

They not relevant enough, that's a lose for me, truthfully

They be talking bout me

But the name I don't see

Got me thinking they scared of me

They hate me but they girlfriend is a fan of me

Got her sharing my songs on her story, okay

Since 2016 i been throwing up T's

Now we throwing up F and the G's

Halt, know is Your Fault

Yeah you really out here tryna be my enemy

Rap boy tryna come fuck with a g

Yellow boy thinking that he better than me

It's cute that he think he competing with me

I be killing my sons like a plan b

I got like more reasons to explode

My depth be like too deep call it Mariana trench

Lyrics too dense

Starting eleven while yous on the bench pressed

Sippin up more of that bubbly dubs now that shit a party punch to the death

Double E moving while yall be forgetting

This is that victory lap not a prac

Listen to this

My black be like Kodak while you still a kid

Fives on my palm but i swap it for greens

Force on my steps i be pulling out threes

Call me La Jordie Yung Vi

Suede on my pants designer myself i believe

Playboy i stress on the Ps

Corner store buying out weed

Money gone make a bitch scream

Money my motive like sh-

Money my motive like shit

Cop a new classic adidas

Tell me the price not the pitch

Forcing my own damn name

Fuckin wit u nah i fuck wit the gang

Dark in the booth no u wearing em shades

Dark in the coupe cos we blacked out em bitches i mean we black out dem panes-