Good Boy

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