Good Day

[Intro]
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
(Damn, Highxlass, I need this one)

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
This a good day, I just made another million dollars
Brodie clutch, but he got a ugly shot like Andre Iguodala
Give me a baseball bat, now he a piñata
This bitch swear she quirted, fucked the pee out her
Almost fell in love with the bitch, she knocked the P out me
I'm sick, we pushin' each other away, we supposed to be bondin'
I made a million dollars, it's a great day
How he alive? They shot him in his head with a AK

[Verse 2: 3200 Tre]
Hmm, run up on me, you gon' die, I don't play-play
They say it wasn't no Tris around, I'm finna take Quay
Hmm, my young niggas spinnin' crazy, call 'em Beyblades
Hmm, I work 25/8, there ain't no vacays
Hmm, there ain't no days off
The weed wasn't payin' enough, that's why it came soft
They tried to steal my recipe, that's why I came sauced
Ain't no nigga havin' water like me, I just came Voss, now niggas can't talk
It's a good day, bro just made another million dollars
Couldn't buy a verse, so now he tryna get a picture out us
She was with me broke, you know I had to buy the bitch some Pradas
I ain't gettin' left, you know I gotta bang my pistol proper

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Tried to kill him but they saved him at the doctor
Went to the halfway house, they stole one-eighty out my locker
Don't give a fuck if he with his baby, they gon' pop him
Tryna bust this script, nigga, that's what made me talkin' proper
I did some legendary shit in January
Just got into a argument with my bitch about wearin' panties
They ain't kill him, but they shot—
They ain't kill him, but they shot the house up and tried to scare his family
Ain't no drank around, bro, where my granny?
It could be Halloween, I wouldn't share my candy
Bought ten 'bows, three was OG and the rest was candy
So that's seven candys
Got great ground control, you'll never slam me
How 'bout I ordered twenty pints and they never landed
That's why I took them pints of Pai in case that ever happen
I could never fathom how a nigga rap about shit that never happen
We always had guns, we was never scrappin'
If you a real Wockhardt drinker, can you spell it backwards?
My favorite opp died, we tried to steal his casket
Today I got my shotgun, you silly little rabbit

[Verse 4: 3200 Tre]
Hmm, I know how to tuck a brick, so you'll never find it
Said he had a pint but he was talkin' green, I told him, "Nevermind it"
Hmm, I do what the fuck I want, I don't mess with Simon
You could've been up here like me but you was never climbin'
Huh, you was never workin'
If I ain't have no work to sell, I'll be sellin' workers
If you got license and insurance, they can never search you
I know today a good day, I'm on my seventh purchase, I bought like seven birdies
Hmm, I paid two thousand for my jeans, so I can step right
Stuffin' your pockets with dog shit, that's the best fight
Hmm, I'm fuckin' with some grown man dog, it got the best bite
It's seven TVs in this room, it look like BestBuy
Hmm, it look like Walmart
I'm the Superman around, I'm not gon' call Clark
Bro tucked the bag under his shirt, he look like Paul Blart
Bro ain't the only one that's rich, nigga, we all are
We some all-stars
Hmm, we never runnin' out of leaf's, shoutout Slapwoods
You can probably make like a B if niggas rap good
Shit, if I was Eazy-E, I woulda whacked Suge
Lil' bro don't need no whole line, he get a whole cap full
Like, all he get to do is lick the top
I might pop out all Rick and pull up on you with a fox
I can't tell my young niggas to chill, they really spinnin' blocks
I'm too P, so if you give me a problem, you gettin' popped

[Outro: 3200 Tre]
Come on, nigga
Real Money Counter, M.I.N.E. shit, bitch