Lyrics What's Good - Cadet, Loski

What's Good

Stepped out on violence
Tape off you estate
(Cadet Cadet)
Stepped out on violence
Act up, oh no act up
And then tape off your estate
(Cadet Cadet)
All these games
But I ain’t on none
Yeah it’s all jokes, till skeng get bun
All these games
But I ain’t on none
Yeah it’s all jokes, till skeng get bun (till skeng get bun)
Yo bitch what’s good (what's good)
Yo bitch what’s poppin' (what's poppin')
Yo my nigga what’s good (what's good)
Yo my nigga what’s poppin' (what's poppin')
Yo bitch what’s good (what's good)
Yo bitch what’s poppin' (what's poppin')
Yo my nigga what’s good (what's good)
Yo my nigga what’s poppin' (what's poppin')
Look, bringing the old me back (yeah)
That Gipset Cad, yeah that old G mac
Or it’s best man hold me back
Having a team of shooters
And man know real life booters
Connect man’s face up properly
My fist game wireless routers
Ain’t no losers, man’s with movers
Phoned up and troopers
Ain’t no bruisers, came with lugers
This ting turn man snoozers
I crash and grab like looters
And I came with cans like boozers
And the .45 can still get beat
Yeah man came with klugers
(Cadet Cadet)
Boom, nah that ain’t ever been flow
Where headed these folks
Haffa ever been though
Like a good singer tryna hit every note
Been pedaling coke
Need Hennessy coke
Talk shit, in person I bet that he chokes
Me and you, no way
Different pedigree bro
All of the shit that I did
Man I bet that he won’t (Cadet Cadet)
(Cadet Cadet)
All these games
But I ain’t on none
Yeah it’s all jokes, till skeng get bun
All these games
But I ain’t on none
Yeah it’s all jokes, till skeng get bun (till skeng get bun)
Yo bitch what’s good (what's good)
Yo bitch what’s poppin' (what's poppin')
Yo my nigga what’s good (what's good)
Yo my nigga what’s poppin' (what's poppin')
Yo bitch what’s good (what's good)
Yo bitch what’s poppin' (what's poppin')
Yo my nigga what’s good (what's good)
Yo my nigga what’s poppin' (what's poppin')
Barbies tell your boyfriends to behave
Or link man if they’re brave
Spartan de pon rage
Stepped on violence
I got Bassy all in my waist
Act up, oh no act up
And then tape off your estate
Shotty same size as my man
Free G’Smarks my right hand
Gyaly say her boyfriend don’t like man
Harlem b yes I am
Squads on work
Manna for lurk
Hands on things tryna fry man
Squads on work
Manna for lurk
Hands on things tryna fry man
And someone got splashed in chest and back
You know that the Spartans wet it
Bass on my hip
Man still do it in seconds
Harlem legend
On the opps side I see bare man leave their bredrin
She throws K’s in her pics and put it in Gram
Now her boyfriend’s stressin'
(Cadet Cadet)
All these games
But I ain’t on none
Yeah it’s all jokes, till skeng get bun
All these games
But I ain’t on none
Yeah it’s all jokes, till skeng get bun (till skeng get bun)
Yo bitch what’s good (what's good)
Yo bitch what’s poppin' (what's poppin')
Yo my nigga what’s good (what's good)
Yo my nigga what’s poppin' (what's poppin')
Yo bitch what’s good (what's good)
Yo bitch what’s poppin' (what's poppin')
Yo my nigga what’s good (what's good)
Yo my nigga what’s poppin' (what's poppin')