She No Good (feat. French Montana / Johnny Cinco)

You know I love you like cooked food, I’m a good dude

Let’s hit the Roscoe’s on Pico, I’m in a hood mood

I'm sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout all the things I could do

So what you should do is

Play your position for Berkin bags, we poppin’ tags

Her shoe game sick, we drinkin’ Ace out of Red Bottles

True gang shit, fuck with me and you’re famous

Kanye'd my bitch, now she’s away from the nameless

Camera flashes from strangers, turn a Range to a manger

Jesus piece on the plate, yea my baby an angel

Fell straight up out of Heaven into what we into

Who knew we’d grew into, whatever we into

That’s too much for your mental so we snapback that

Game on point like the stripes on my Gucc backpack

My ladybug, yea she cool like that

In them Trues, why you move like that

You know my lady always on

She know I need it so

She know she can get

All that, all that, all that, all that, all that

My lady got me going

I’m where she already knows

She knows she can get

All that, all that, all that