Gudinbed Lyrics

[Intro: Houdini & Yung Kaplun]
(Know what I'm saying, Mike Amiri jeans, Off-Whites, Vlones)
(Ion need none of that)
(I got bitches)
(You feel me?)
(Sorry ma')
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip
[Chorus]
I be doing gudinbed, a bad lil bitch wan write a letter
I don't listen to professor, I'm in downtown wit bro Dexter
Kick her out of bounds again, I can not f*ck wit a friend
I might slide up in a Benz, I might stack up all my ammo
Gimme dat extendo, bad lil bitch she got extended shit
Homie check the drip again
I might have to f*ck your friend
Teach that little bitch a lesson, I don't wanna f*ck again p*ssy hairy, very scary, left that bitch in February

[Verse]
I don't want a stupid ho, I just wanna make some f*cking racks
City turned into Iraq, shooting like Afghanistan
Cronem like the Taliban, there's a lot of shit I didn't do
T Dub on your block make lava, now I skirt off in Impala
Big drip, could change the climate
Hope I, don't face indictment
Baddie, wan come and ride it
Suck it, but please don't bite it
Can't even hold in my laugh for these hoes
Making this money, wear designer clothes
God really texted me, told me I'm chosen
King in my city, I feel like DeRozan bitch

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