Doing Good - Larry June

You need to check up from your neck up

Bitch choose up, play the red carpet, hit New Orleans

Take it overseas, we can cross the border

Give her 30K, playin' craps with the trick

All my bitch like to do is hit licks

Orange Chanel bag match her fingertips

Night vision on it so I won’t miss

Goin' through the shit, still sellin' dope

I don’t wanna hug, rather just smoke

Nigga won’t choke if it ain’t dope

Bitch hit for six, meet me in the Scope

Ridin' through the city with a scale on me

Hope these fuck niggas don’t tell on me, damn

Salad with the kale on it

Bust down lemonade, sellin' some', goddamn

No plates, VIN number covered up, that’s an unknown (ups and downs)

I thought I fell in love, nigga I was wrong (eyes closed)

I can count a hundred thousand with a blindfold, ice so cold

It’s probably 'cause I got this VVS chain on (you're doing good)

It’s early in the trap but just hit for sixteen hundred

You’re doing good (yeehee), you’re doing good (yes lord, shit)

Bitches shaking ass, on the pole doin' tricks

You’re doing good, you’re doing good (one, two, three, hit it)

Doing, good, doing, good, doing, good, doing, good

Doing, good, doing, good, doing, good, doing, good

Call of Duty choppers, Grand Theft Auto

Theory live the city, no pity

Soft nigga, why the fuck you speaking on me

Told the lil bitch you wanna rob

More money more problems, handheld revolvers

My nigga just had a daughter, I work harder

If rap don’t work I’m probably back sellin' hella hard

Don’t give a fuck, run it up

Fuck the judge, I ain’t showin' up

Put my lawyer on it

I’m havin' money, I don’t feel right if I don’t got a hundred

Never had a hit, just a white bitch

Sellin' hella twat, bring her to a pimp

Livin' like a king, bought the bitch a lil spot North Beach, I’m a real P

You a house nigga, puttin' all your money on the Gram nigga

My money so long can’t fit in a picture

But still lookin' like a regular nigga

Just in case money (shit)

Buy a lake money

Beat the case money

Real estate money (good job)

Make sure my son straight money (yeehee)

I’m lovin' how that new Jag run it

You the type of nigga buy that bitch a bag but tell her gotta keep the tag on it

Six hour flight, touch down Hawaii, know I had to get the car service

Snuck a half on the airplane, that good kush, good job Berner

Four straps on me, that’s four burners, I’m a road runner

Ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy

It’s early in the trap but just hit for sixteen hundred

You’re doing good (yeehee), you’re doing good (yes lord, shit)

Bitches shaking ass, on the pole doin' tricks

You’re doing good, you’re doing good (one, two, three, hit it)

Doing, good, doing, good, doing, good, doing, good

Doing, good, doing, good, doing, good, doing, good

I ain’t finna have the ho int he show givin' out no blow

I’m on Snapchat though, but I swear to God though

I’m kickin' it with my grandson though

Really though really though

I’ma let that go (sock it to me)

And everything, sock it to me, lil bitty bitch, you under-

Good job 1st