Fukin Great

[Hook: Chuuwee] I woke up this morning my nigga And everything was fucking great Finna blow a whole eighth to the face Ain't no problems over 'round this way Everything is great [Verse 1: Chuuwee] How come they say they don't understand I'm not paying no one 40 dollars for two grams Plus, I heard your homie was a fan Skinny jeans and boots cause Lil Wayne is Peter Pan Every check I keep, I cash Bet I wax that ass just like a unibrow, god damn Oh you the one who called me out like I ain't 'bout that action Find an adverb that describes the way the I handle shit, I am Bitch I am, one of the hardest niggas to pick up a pencil and pen Fuck your mama, fuck your crew Please tell me what the fuck are friends I got hella money in my pants Just three fucking days ago, a nigga touched a band Bitch I'm 'bout that guala, yes I am I give a damn about your baby daddy drama, I ain't him Long story short, my nigga all I do is win I got bongs, I got herb I got deals, I got fans [Hook] [Verse 1: Trizz] Everything is great, I'm about my cake Riding 'round in a scrape, dipping through LA Keep a weapon, I ain't stressin', I stay with protection Off safety for my safety for niggas who testin' Sip potion, slow motion, I'm smoother than lotion We the loudest in California and niggas know it We think a nigga with the feds if he ain't trying to blow it Pull a nigga G-file if he ain't trying to show it Two Swishers and a 40 from the liquor store Shooting dice with the homies, what you hittin' fo'? Lean back, hit the dro, loud indo Roll up the window, stoned with my kinfolk Hit a lick cause I ain't rich, just trying to get ahead Young nigga out for pussy, trying to get some head I don't fake for them stands, I love my fucking fans I do all that I fucking can, they know that I'm the fucking man [Hook]