Good Boy

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D. Sims Trap out the house, made the bricks and the bales Junkies keep coming, I fucked up my doorbell Bitch, I'm the plug, I fell in love with clientele It ain't in my blood, I could never tell Weigh up the dope, I need another scale Pray to Allah I don't go back to jail Fuck that, plug just sent 'em in the mail Can't front you no dope, I ain't taking no L Next to the door with that Draco Migo on Southside and ClayCo Bags of the gas in that truckload All of my niggas, they cutthroat Take out the plug for the gusto Traphouse, I serve out the window Good boy, nigga, honor roll Junkies, they comin' like Dominos Plug say it's in, he gon' meet me in Montero Come with your cash, this dope ain't for borrow Get this shit now, it gon' be gone tomorrow Junkies keep coming, my trap go retardo ( Run up, I fire your ass up, I'm an arsenal Grinding full-time, nigga, you partial Cuffing them hoes, you like the marshal Two-tone Audemar lookin' like Garfield Sippin' on lean while I'm whipping up dope Dracos and Glocks, we ready for shootout Tryna get front in the trap, get out Middleman, you ain't no plug, sit down Take out the plug for the work, get down I grew around nothin' but junkies and gun sounds Run up on me, guarantee you get gunned down Dope boy fresh, so that bitch wanna fuck now Can't go to sleep when that pack finna touch down Serve you gas bags but the exotic bustdown Had to stay down, we done came up now I ain't been broke since the plug been found Pablo Juan, bitch, a new chef in town Five hundred thousand, I bury it in the ground Get them bales in and I won't make a sound Switch up the spot when 12 shut it down Trap out the house, made the bricks and the bales Junkies keep coming, I fucked up my doorbell Bitch, I'm the plug, I fell in love with clientele It ain't in my blood, I could never tell Weigh up the dope, I need another scale Pray to Allah I don't go back to jail Fuck that, plug just sent 'em in the mail Can't front you no dope, I ain't taking no L Next to the door with that Draco Migo on Southside and ClayCo Bags of the gas in that truckload All of my niggas, they cutthroat Take out the plug for the gusto Traphouse, I serve out the window Good boy, nigga, honor roll Junkies, they comin' like Dominos He sent me the bags and I get 'em Settle for thirteen? Oh, that's backwards, yeah Rich Blood shit, catchin' plays in the field Money gettin' low so I press up some Percs Give me the pot and the fork and I'll finish Catch a good boy and I'll strip him Sit in the trap and I remix a brick All of this ice, bitch, I look like a lick I sit in the trap and I'm rockin' these Loubs All of you niggas is food All of this ice, bitch, you think that I'm cool Catch your ass slippin', I draw down my tool Y'all niggas is pussies, y'all niggas is hoes Got more pills than a pharmacy store I'm robbin' bareface so you know that it's Tito Got me a Rollie, it equals a cameo 40 in the holster, I'm thinkin' I'm legal Old school dope money, went and got a Regal Sat down with the plug, ate brunch, just chips Cash App the money, I ship you the reefer I'm swingin' the door and it fucked up my hinges Yeah, my niggas still pull up for midget If rap don't work, then I'm all in your trap We swinging the door with the Draco, no tap Trap out the house, made the bricks and the bales Junkies keep coming, I fucked up my doorbell Bitch, I'm the plug, I fell in love with clientele It ain't in my blood, I could never tell Weigh up the dope, I need another scale Pray to Allah I don't go back to jail Fuck that, plug just sent 'em in the mail Can't front you no dope, I ain't taking no L Next to the door with that Draco Migo on Southside and ClayCo Bags of the gas in that truckload All of my niggas, they cutthroat Take out the plug for the gusto Traphouse, I serve out the window Good boy, nigga, honor roll Junkies, they comin' like Dominos