No Good - Taylor J, Gucci Mane, dose

I ask my momma why she hate my friends

She say they no good

Between me and all of em

We rob the whole hood

Fuck a class I got some knit

Stayed in the hallways

Now I never pay for zips

I came a long way

Rico say I smoke too much

I’m scared to see my lungs

Got some hoes with money now

Still got some in the slums

Riding round with all my tree

I got to get it nigga

All of this be gone by three

So what’s the ticket nigga

I’m the bad guy with a bad bitch with a nice ass and mad chips

We rollin weed in your mixtape, and I break it down on your tracklist

She got a boyfriend but he average

I spend a lot of my money with sacks fifth

I’m locked in on this rap shit

But I could still make a pack do a back flip

Fuck with me

I’m just riding round

Up to no good

I ain’t worried bout it

I’m good in yo hood

Couple different drugs on me

I might be yo plug

Might have a gun on me

I might hit yo mug

I’m just riding round

Up to no good

I ain’t worried bout it

I’m good in yo hood

Couple different drugs on me

I might be yo plug

Might have a gun on me

I might hit yo mug

I’m in these streets nigga

I’m bout that life partner

I got that thunder on me

Call that bitch Oklahoma

I got that work cooking

I know they smell the odor

I’m on that Miley Cyrus

I been there all morning

I got d’own head chopper, d’own head chopper

From the pawn shop

Eight under five men, call the ambulance, like the whole block

Lit up my left wrist, that’s every bit, about two block

Living that thug life, go against the grain like 2Pac

Ay I got horsepower, I smashed out on two cars

Vroom vroom, nigga give me room, got a foreign touring with a stash box

Stacked up with a bent and I blow half of that for the half nights

Prolly be in your hood with your goons on your block

Dose

I’m just riding round

Up to no good

I ain’t worried bout it

I’m good in yo hood

Couple different drugs on me

I might be yo plug

Might have a gun on me

I might hit yo mug

I’m in the hood with a pound of good

Smoke up every bud

I’m an East Atlanta vet but sippin Mississippi mud

Fuck a ho, bitch I told her snuh

I shoot in the club

Got my vodkas they gon' keep a buzz

Tell it to the judge

I’m the plug, Mr. such and such, cut off a nigga nuts

Selling kush like I’m in a rush

You snitches need to hush

She a slut, she just love to fuck, my diamonds make her blush

I need a rich bitch, tell Oprah Winfrey that I got a crush

If a pussy push me then up in my pistol is a must

If this AK hit em then it might just knock him out his chucks

I got this kush coming on this truck and I got these pints coming on this bus

And I got my truck locked down so tough that these niggas can’t even re-up

Gucci Mane, nigga look me up, six how much they bought me up

When I touch down I smoke pounds so street niggas can hook me up

Bitch your bitch wanna slide me up

I know the feds wanna snatch me up

Daffodil really gon doubt me up

Black on pussy, then smack me up

I’m just riding round

Up to no good

I ain’t worried bout it

I’m good in yo hood

Couple different drugs on me

I might be yo plug

Might have a gun on me

I might hit yo mug