You Ain't Good - Vado

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