What's Goodie (feat. Cakes da Killa)

Yup, what's goodie

I'm the hottest around, my city

I got all the sounds, got plenty

You should ask around, my city

You should get to work, get busy

Do it until it hurt, get busy

You should go berserk, get busy

Imma make you work, get busy

Yo, let me talk my shit

From a college dorm to suite in Chile

Getting drink tickets in my Mishka hoodie

To a Mac sponsor just to up my pretty

Fees is changing so I'm high sadity

Avoiding fake fuckers who claim they fucking with me

Dick riders trying to match my witty

Had to cleanse my palate appetite too picky

All this Henny in me got my mood all pissy

Foreign labels keep me feeling frisky

Steady hating, what's the ishy?

I'm the MVP so bitches cannot bench me

Groupies on me when I'm in they city

Bet you want this lifestyle cause it sounds so kinky

Feeling cocky, iced out the pinky

And if you kiss the don don't leave no hickies

Yup

Yup, what's goodie

I'm the hottest around, my city

I got all the sounds, got plenty

You should ask around, my city

You should get to work, get busy

Do it until it hurt, get busy

You should go berserk, get busy

Imma make you work, get busy

Yup, what's goodie yo

Been the hottest round since a **** ate Cheerios

Parker flipping shit like his ass Rey Mysterio

619! Ya that use to be the area code

Now a **** been all around like a Mary-go

Turn this shit loud if you hear it on the stereo

A **** about to go Jose Canseco

Ya a **** about to go Jose, shit's scary yo

Remember when they were like "Oh shit you on the radio!"

Now these **** like "Oh Groggs? That ****'s very old"

We be like, "Chill out **** hear me out"

You just mad there's only 10 likes on your video

But there's like 20 **** standing in your video

How that work out? That's a 50/50 ratio

You just that bad **** you might have to let it go

And that hairline **** you might have to let it go

Yup, what's goodie

I'm the hottest around, my city

I got all the sounds, got plenty

You should ask around, my city

You should get to work, get busy

Do it until it hurt, get busy

You should go berserk, get busy

Imma make you work, get busy

What's goodie

My city

Got plenty

My city

Get busy

Get busy

Get busy

What's goodie

Yup, what's really good

I'm the hottest motherfucker in my neighborhood

Even if I came to yours, I probably would

Ok maybe not if you live in Hollywood

I might pull up, I might skirt off

In the Pathfinder with the Birks on

Or the 4Runner with the Hares on

And your girl still mad I cut my hair off

Cause it's Ritchie with a motherfucking T

I got a classic tape, plus a degree

Ok not yet, I got another year

I'll have another classic plus my Grandma's cheers

I ain't trying to be no motherfucking engineer

I'ma get my mom a crib with a rap career

And a 6 series make the roof disappear

So she can never say "There ain't no fucking room in here"

Yup