Lyrics WE GOOD! (feat. ADÉ) - Travis Thompson , Ade

Uh
I said who want what
They done fucked up
Let me off the leash with my young bucks
Pressing dumb luck, ain't no stopping me
Only young one, shouldn't trust us
Run your property til the sun's up
Being broke has lost it's novelty
I'm getting - fun's up
Never warm blunt - that shit kills
Everyone run from a lit fuse
Tell me who the coldest are
We'll make a pros and cons
Call her over, let your bitch choose
[?] Fair when we stack up
I was there, unaware if you ask us
Got her hair for the grip
Not a care in the world
I'm a stare with the zip
Put her ass up damn I feel that
Storm coming
I see they want more of it
Ain't hard to tell you ain't really felt that held that pit
In your stomach
When the odd's against
Pray to god that the squad get the guap
My mans killing crabs
At the bottom of some costly kicks
When you ask for the man tryna lock me in
Cuz everybody getting money but I'm not convinced
I mean...
I don't know what to believe
I see 'em picking the fun
I put an eighth in the blunt
I do and I say what I want
You did it all for clout
I get paid in large amounts
It's really my car and my house
You ain't ever got to doubt
We good over here
We good over here
We good over here
We good over here
It ain't ever been shit to cause a scene
It ain't ever come quick is all it seems
Same pretty got a fifth of malt
To get my issues solved
We never quick to call the polcie
I peep shit still really unamazed
Most get all worried what a youngin make
It's alot of people talking about the big moves
Probably said it if you ask what they done today
And im still sitting geeked on the 99
Make a check and henaway
Since north face [?]
Damn
Why you gotta say it like that
Show five figures, you don't get it like that
Yes you getting paid
We ain't gon move to LA
Shit got good weed, bad hoes and hot ass
Right where I stay
So tell me baby what's the point
Telly shaking bout some coins
Tell me faded breaking joints
Tell your friend she can join
Yeah they really making noise
Yeah they really making noise
Young man with that big bag
Misfits yeah still mismatched
Ambaum brought your bitch back
Wrist still sore like .45 kick back
I don't know what to believe
I see 'em picking the fun
I put an eighth in the blunt
I do and I say what I want
You did it all for clout
I get paid in large amounts
It's really my car and my house
You ain't ever got to doubt
We good over here
We good over here
We good over here
We good over here