Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Good, artist - Stack BundlesDate of issue: 20.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
All Good |
| Verse 1: |
| If I could fuck all these bad bitches, a nigga sure would |
| Coming through the ghetto, grain grippin' all wood |
| Where that money coming and going, break ya niggas off |
| If he was in the field wit cha, go ahead and show him love |
| But on the flip side, niggas coming at me with they hands out |
| I told them motherfuckers stand down |
| I catch him slippin' with his pants down |
| Break em off, choppa choppa, be a man down |
| Shit ain’t always all G, shit ain’t always all good |
| If it was on me, we’d be always all good |
| Fuck them niggas talking, put that money on the wood |
| They ever had a doubt, I’m here to tell 'em y’all could |
| Shit ain’t all good nigga, all good nigga |
| Die as a hood nigga |
| One time for the traps and the hood bitches |
| Knew I ball since a little nigga, little nigga |
| Good nigga |
| I knew I balled since a little nigga |
| When that money slowed up, it wasn’t good nigga |
| Kevin Costner with the wolves nigga |
| I dance on 'em once, see my two-step |
| Paddles on the wheel, tiptronic, that’s a new 'vet |
| I do it for the trap and the hood bitches |
| Riot be the gang, all bets on that wood nigga |
| Fo', five, six, that’s a head crack |
| Six out da four, leave your head crack |
| You weathered that storm or get rained on |
| Shaq in the paint, drop step and get banged on |
| I do it for my dogs and my partna dem |
| Python, kick game like soccer dem |
| It’s the mighty, mighty Riot |
| Eat with us nigga or you gonna diet |
| Mob or starve |
| We all in, we all riot |
| What up! |
| Shit ain’t always all G, shit ain’t always all good |
| If it was on me, we’d be always all good |
| Fuck them niggas talking, put that money on the wood |
| They ever had a doubt, I’m here to tell 'em y’all could |
| Shit ain’t all good nigga, all good nigga |
| Die as a hood nigga |
| One time for the traps and the hood bitches |
| Knew I ball since a little nigga, little nigga |
| Good nigga |
| Shit ain’t all good, but everything is all right |
| When I lost my nigga, man I cried all night |
| When he lost his life, my whole world stopped |
| I think we could bring a plaque back to the Rock |
| I get chills when I hear it, feel it when I see it |
| I can have a smile on my face, but don’t mean it |
| I’m in my own zone now, that’s why I move alone now |
| When we all get together, that’s when we hold it down |
| The roof on the thing come out when the sun out |
| Ridin' in that drop-top Mazi, watch 'em dumb out |
| We was born to make it |
| Put some respect on my name or I’ma take it |
| I’m around like a bracelet |
| Three stab wounds, had to hide in the bathroom |
| I’m giving 'em lessons, don’t need no classroom |
| We running this sh--, even if we joggin' |
| So New York like the Garden |
| Pardon, Gs! |
| Shit ain’t always all G, shit ain’t always all good |
| If it was on me, we’d be always all good |
| Fuck them niggas talking, put that money on the wood |
| They ever had a doubt, I’m here to tell 'em y’all could |
| Shit ain’t all good nigga, all good nigga |
| Die as a hood nigga |
| One time for the traps and the hood bitches |
| Knew I ball since a little nigga, little nigga |
| Good nigga |
| It’s a whole lot of kitty talk, not without Seymour (nah) |
| Patty cake, patty cake, youngin, I see more |
| C4, the Mercury switches, the worst on these bitches |
| Hoe wanna blow when you show 'em the glow |
| Rhyme slow like numbers on an R&B singer |
| The name ring bell like Stringer |
| I’m so educated like a nigga graduated from Yale |
| Flyin' and I’m glitterin', call me Tinkerbell |
| Peter Pan wasn’t an option when I was in the mix |
| I needed something with options, I was in a mix |
| I owned half the building, wanted some for half a million |
| Two-tone Phantom, half the ceiling |
| We ain’t have to have a mitt to start catching feelings |
| Just enough to make niggas want to snatch your children (okay) |
| Louis monograms where the rats get sealed in |
| The potato on the front for when the cats start peelin' |
| Shit ain’t always all G, shit ain’t always all good |
| If it was on me, we’d be always all good |
| Fuck them niggas talking, put that money on the wood |
| They ever had a doubt, I’m here to tell 'em y’all could |
| Shit ain’t all good nigga, all good nigga |
| Die as a hood nigga |
| One time for the traps and the hood bitches |
| Knew I ball since a little nigga, little nigga |
| Good nigga |