Larry June - You'll Be Fine lyrics

You're doing good you'll be fine
You're doing good you'll be fine
You're doing good

On the beach with two freaks white
Bitch double D's God damn
Other phone ringing, bitch catting off
Gotta break her for another hundred thou
I hit the blunt, then I'm back to trapping
My left wrist, made it happen
Started with a Cadi'
Now I got the Beamer coupe matted
(Aye sweetie hand me that Louie bag please)
At 16, man I had a vision
Break a bitch for her fucking dope
Buy a Range Rover on 4s
In Arizona eating Lo-Lo's
Back then I had no shows
But God damn I had a lot of hoes
I probably fucked your main bitch
But, you would never know
She got another phone
Eating pho, gotta cheat, Cheerios, Netflix
Sunday god damn, a nigga too on
You probably thought I was a dumb nigga
Finessed the whole fucking rap game
I don't even fucking drive no more
Got my Indian for that
I don't talk on the phone no more
Got another bitch for that

You're doing good you'll be fine
You're doing good you'll be fine
You're doing good

On the phone with my accountant
Maybe I should buy a yacht
Blueberry muffins in the morning
With my new thot bout to buy a new drop
$400 for the Saint Laurent shades on my face
Chillin in the shade, getting blazed
God damn, Glock 40, no aim, aye aye aye aye
Had a loss, bounced back
Got it back again, all my niggas winning
#OGG, 23, Jordan to the rap game, fuck nigga
I'm on my way to Asia, chillin
What the fuck I'm doing here?
I'm the only nigga
They thought I played basketball or something
Riding around in the old school
You only ballin' on Pro Tools
House nigga, you fell in
Love with your prostitute, fuck nigga
I got no worries
I'm in the trap making pancakes
Every day, bitch it's pay day
I'm 100 like the clip on my AK god damn

You're doing good you'll be fine
You're doing good you'll be fine
You're doing good