Good Day
Niche Ken
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Just waking up in the morning, gotta thank God
Damn near made a hundred plus just off doing fraud
Model S came with a card, ain't no push to start
Getting head smoking zooties while I'm riding down the boulevard
Bitch, I'm Fairfax shopping, getting shit out the Supreme store
She love when I talk dirty, but she is a clean hoe
If I got the and-one, I'ma shoot it like a free throw
The way I play the game, you would think I had a cheat code
Chopper in a hoodie, bitch, no, it's not a peacoat
You never had no smoke up in your eyes, you never seen dope
Don't ask me if I came and stole your ride, that shit was repoed
Ain't gotta bring the drama to your house, that's what the streets for
Hoe this ain't no chinchilla, bitch this is a mink coal
Fell in love with her mouth, cause she got a deep throat
Peacoat, Burberry furs, oh man
I just poured another fucking four, god damn
Came a long way from Bologna, cause a nigga going ham
I done went cold turkey on the perky's and the xan's
Fucked the bitch just like I love her, now she calling me her man
I brought the wave to the beach, niggas crabs in the sand
Shifting in the whip, I whip the fifth, I damn near broke the trans
Say she like photography, I said the 'stang got a cam
Ain't nobody stopping me, a cocky nigga's what I am
Rolling in a GT, I can't get caught in no basic trim
Y'all be living life on Snapchat, bitch, y'all like a moving film
And you bitches trying to change genders, bitch I'm really him
I feel like Pac, I got the juice and I ball above the rim
Grimy nigga, hit your bitch from the back in my timbs
Double cup of mud, I'ma fill it up to the brim
You trying to fuck or what, I'm trying to slut you out, let's get it in
Stable full of dimes , you know all my bitches perfect tens
Four-seven-one, that's my fucking cuz, but that's like my twin
I got the W, yeah, bitch, you bad, but don't get too comfortable
Like Giannis and Middleton, I'm tryna get a buck or two
If I ever catch feelings, guess what, bitch, I'm dumping you
How I start a good day, I wake up in the fucking booth
Niche up on the shirt, Nike-Air on the muddy shoes
Catch me in some different shit, nigga rocking Jordan twos
Nigga, we ain't singing shit when we talking about the blues
You fucked her at the Hyatt and I fucked her at the Fontainebleau
Pouring up a whole lot of red in this Mountain Dew
I'm with a yellow bone, but a nigga counting blues
Yellow lightning fours got me feeling like I'm Pikachu
She see me, now she don't, you would think I'm playing peek-a-boo
Yeah, balling so hard, I got like 52
Balling so hard, I got a double-double
Two twin baddies, yeah, that's double trouble
We've been dropping all winter, just wait for the summer