Peezy - Good & Bad (Outro) lyrics
Peezy [Phillip Glen-Earl Peaks] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Peezy - Good & Bad Outro lyrics]
I'm just sittin' here, kickin' it with Jetto
We was just talkin' 'bout how we
Used to always sleep on motherfuckin'
In one apartment twelve deep
Now everybody got mansions and shit
Blue Benzes, blue Escalades now
Millionaires and shit, you know
This life crazy, like, God is good
I sold crack out granny house
Now I'm a millionaire i'm at the top
But it don't feel right
Without my niggas here
When a nigga down bad
You see who really care
When you broke and on your dick
It ain't no bitches there
I ain't goin' back to jail
'cause ain't no bitches there
But real talk, it really wasn't shit
I got rich in there
Bro, bеfore they count at 9: 30
Check my Instagram
You don't know how it feel to hеar your
Name and get a piece of mail
I done been down with niggas
Who got thirty in
Say when he get out, he doin' dirt again
My nigga from Ohio robbed a bank
They gave him thirty years
He been in jail since the nineties
He don't even know his kids
We gon' get rich or die tryin'
All we know is win
If this rap shit gon' fall through
I'm sellin' dope again
Auntie had stopped gettin' high
Now she smoke again
But who am I to judge? Shit
I'm back sippin' fours again
Webb FaceTimed me
Said he went back to the O again
They caught brodie with a nine-piece
Here we go again
I just met up with the lawyer
Had to give him ten he on his third strike
We might never see his ass again
Real shit, it ain't all good
But it ain't all bad
I just counted up a half a million, nigga
All cash seen his name in some paperwork
I had to fall back
They had me down to my last ten
I had to crawl back
You ain't talkin' 'bout no fuckin' money
Nigga call back
You know you ain't welcome in my
Hood without no hall pass
Missed a call from an Instagram model
Ain't even call back
'Cause I don't put pussy over
Paper, not at all, jack
Flyin' first class with no luggage
Where the mall at?
'Cause rich niggas shop when they land
I got tall racks
I'll fuck a nigga bitch in his bed
I'm with all that if I ain't a Ghetto Boy
Then what you call that?
Rubber band Audemars Piguet
It match the dog tag
Mansion out in Rochester Hills
Far from y'all ass
And brung a pint with no seal, man
It's all bad
I don't know where you got this shit from
But take it all back man, my bitch so bad
She need her ass whooped
And we know you pussy, nigga
You'll get your bag took
Last nigga ran off with some shit
We had to tie him up
Last nigga tried to play me like a ho
I got him fired up
I'll spend a hundred racks today
Don't get me fired up
I'm a rich nigga, I don't count money
I weigh mines up
Apple got life 'cause they picked
Him out the lineup
But he gave that shit back
See you in five months
Finna pop another Perc 30
I ain't high enough
This shit ain't dark enough, fuck it
Pour another line up
You know I ain't get it overnight
I had to climb up
Baby say she want a new Chanel
I'm finna buy her one
You ain't ride for the gang, nigga
Fuck y'all
You ain't screamin' Ghetto Boyz, nigga
Fuck y'all cartier bracelets on my wrist
They took the cuffs off
Same color watch and chain, that's a buck
Dog i take care of lil' baby
She know how to keep a secret
I take care of all my niggas
They take care of all they people
You know money, that's the root to all evil
But we ain't never trippin' on
Shit, we all demons, nigga
We was just talkin' 'bout how we
Used to always sleep on motherfuckin'
In one apartment twelve deep
Now everybody got mansions and shit
Blue Benzes, blue Escalades now
Millionaires and shit, you know
This life crazy, like, God is good
I sold crack out granny house
Now I'm a millionaire i'm at the top
But it don't feel right
Without my niggas here
When a nigga down bad
You see who really care
When you broke and on your dick
It ain't no bitches there
I ain't goin' back to jail
'cause ain't no bitches there
But real talk, it really wasn't shit
I got rich in there
Bro, bеfore they count at 9: 30
Check my Instagram
You don't know how it feel to hеar your
Name and get a piece of mail
I done been down with niggas
Who got thirty in
Say when he get out, he doin' dirt again
My nigga from Ohio robbed a bank
They gave him thirty years
He been in jail since the nineties
He don't even know his kids
We gon' get rich or die tryin'
All we know is win
If this rap shit gon' fall through
I'm sellin' dope again
Auntie had stopped gettin' high
Now she smoke again
But who am I to judge? Shit
I'm back sippin' fours again
Webb FaceTimed me
Said he went back to the O again
They caught brodie with a nine-piece
Here we go again
I just met up with the lawyer
Had to give him ten he on his third strike
We might never see his ass again
Real shit, it ain't all good
But it ain't all bad
I just counted up a half a million, nigga
All cash seen his name in some paperwork
I had to fall back
They had me down to my last ten
I had to crawl back
You ain't talkin' 'bout no fuckin' money
Nigga call back
You know you ain't welcome in my
Hood without no hall pass
Missed a call from an Instagram model
Ain't even call back
'Cause I don't put pussy over
Paper, not at all, jack
Flyin' first class with no luggage
Where the mall at?
'Cause rich niggas shop when they land
I got tall racks
I'll fuck a nigga bitch in his bed
I'm with all that if I ain't a Ghetto Boy
Then what you call that?
Rubber band Audemars Piguet
It match the dog tag
Mansion out in Rochester Hills
Far from y'all ass
And brung a pint with no seal, man
It's all bad
I don't know where you got this shit from
But take it all back man, my bitch so bad
She need her ass whooped
And we know you pussy, nigga
You'll get your bag took
Last nigga ran off with some shit
We had to tie him up
Last nigga tried to play me like a ho
I got him fired up
I'll spend a hundred racks today
Don't get me fired up
I'm a rich nigga, I don't count money
I weigh mines up
Apple got life 'cause they picked
Him out the lineup
But he gave that shit back
See you in five months
Finna pop another Perc 30
I ain't high enough
This shit ain't dark enough, fuck it
Pour another line up
You know I ain't get it overnight
I had to climb up
Baby say she want a new Chanel
I'm finna buy her one
You ain't ride for the gang, nigga
Fuck y'all
You ain't screamin' Ghetto Boyz, nigga
Fuck y'all cartier bracelets on my wrist
They took the cuffs off
Same color watch and chain, that's a buck
Dog i take care of lil' baby
She know how to keep a secret
I take care of all my niggas
They take care of all they people
You know money, that's the root to all evil
But we ain't never trippin' on
Shit, we all demons, nigga