Vado, Chinx - You Aint Good lyrics

I’m a, I’m a, I’m a coke boy

The chain glisten
Paint drippin but you ain’t good
Nuts bustin out your socksbut you ain’t good
Ballin like a motherfucker but you ain’t good
Cause them niggas want they money back
You getting money, shit funny
Cause that ain’t you
On the block like you hungry
But that ain’t you
Keep the Glock by the tummy
Boy that ain’t you you need to stop
You start runnin when we came through

Ride dippin, paint drippin
Nigga switching lanes
Whole lot of bank on him
Talking all that jaz and them
Youngings at your ass
Shells from the chopper with your name on it
Put your money on the wood
Bet your last brick hot like wind
You got burnt by your last bitch
James Bond beemer’s cruising through
The city slums get your money youngin nigga
That’s the rule of thug
Coke boy, streets certified
I’m the driver at the wheel
I control the ride
Put the work on the strip
I control they high
Rollin with a dirty strap in a stolen ride
This that go and catch a lick
And break your niggas off
This that pull up on the strip
And break them niggas off
Chinx drugs, fuck with me now
I think it’s time I holler
At them niggas really loud

Aha, I feel like I’m boxed in, blocked in
Got me on the corner like boxin
Who hot then? I don’t even
Care about your top 10 i’m locked in
Boots tellin y'all how to block bin
It’s poppin, booth
3 quarter minks for water links
Thought of chinx said come through
Like what you wanna drink
Winter time, we on the corner with sodom heat
Call your freaks at the staircase
We play the hallway deep
Sun stacking, nun slackin
Rather go hard than home he done nappin
Pull up with your broad and
Pose like what’s happenin
We could get it in boatloads, my sign captain
Call the gang up, my gang up
Hublots on every wrist we big banged up
Polo edition the signatures and the face butt
Straight cuts
Brighten the bezel so get your hate up


Up top nigga that be down bottom
Never did nothing nobody but
Them boys shot him
Swerve up town, gonna check my nigga vado
With your main bitch with me
Sippin out the bottle
2 bad models walkin out Ricardo’s
Fatigue pants rock, army stand socks
Learned a lot from old heads like my man pops
Then played the field with big dogs
Sand locks