Chinx - You Aint Good lyrics

[Intro] I'm a, I'm a, I'm a coke boy [Hook] The chain glisten, paint drippin but you ain't good Nuts bustin out your socksbut you ain't good Ballin like a motherf**er but you ain't good Cause them n***as want they money back You getting money, sh** funny, cause that ain't you On the block like you hungry, but that ain't you Keep the Glock by the tummy boy that ain't you You need to stop, you start runnin when we came through [Verse 1] Ride dippin, paint drippin, n***a switching lanes Whole lot of bank on him Talking all that jaz and them youngings at your a** Shells from the chopper with your name on it Put your money on the wood, bet your last brick Hot like wind, you got burnt by your last b**h James Bond beemer's cruising through the city slums Get your money youngin n***a, that's the rule of thug Coke boy, streets certified I'm the driver at the wheel, I control the ride Put the work on the strip, I control they high Rollin with a dirty strap in a stolen ride This that go and catch a lick and break your n***as off This that pull up on the strip and break them n***as off Chinx d**, f** with me now I think it's time I holler at them n***as really loud [Hook] [Verse 2] Aha, I feel like I'm boxed in, blocked in Got me on the corner like boxin Who hot then? I don't even care about your top 10 I'm locked in, boots tellin y'all how to block bin It's poppin, booth, 3 quarter minks for water links Thought of chinx said come through like what you wanna drink Winter time, we on the corner with sodom heat Call your freaks at the staircase we play the hallway deep Sun stacking, nun slackin Rather go hard than home he done nappin Pull up with your broad and pose like what's happenin We could get it in boatloads, my sign captain Call the gang up, my gang up Hublots on every wrist we big banged up Polo edition the signatures and the face bu*t Straight cuts, brighten the bezel so get your hate up [Hook] [Verse 3] Up top n***a that be down bottom Never did nothing nobody but them boys shot him Swerve up town, gonna check my n***a vado With your main b**h with me sippin out the bottle 2 bad models walkin out Ricardo's Fatigue pants rock, army stand socks Learned a lot from old heads like my man pops Then played the field with big dogs, sand locks [Hook]