Echelon - GOOD FELLAS lyrics

[Verse 1: Craig Xen] Aye, Aye Whats up n***as pull up With that chrome smoking Just like a Harley Hound In Cali doing shows now We getting Gnarly See your b**h up in the front row Looking naughty Showing titties throwing thongs up She off the molly Off the molly b**hes do anything Then Xen tell her, Xen tell her f** the Goodfellas She'll let him I'mma pistol, I'mma break a b**h Aye wa**up'? She s** and f** I collect the chips, stack em' up Ten Pimps pimping Whipping and flipping my tongue Slice the B, Dice the B Silver Toe Samurai, finally Finally, shining cause' I'm grinding Like I'm supposed to be Post with G's Xen, Shake, and Pouya slaying vocally [Verse 2: Pouya] Peek from the back Mac 11 in the backpack If you wanna feature gotta hit up my cash app Leave a wrapper wrapped up in some plastic Trash bag, never got to a casket f*ggot, a band make a b**h nasty Make yo' hoe get down with a bukkake Two condoms stuffed in my back pocket Hoe get dog with a red rocket Boy stop it You are not relevant Two many hoes off the medicine How can you think that you better than Ain't even start it just settled it I gotta b**h now, I gotta whip now Pull out the stick if you wanna get Stiff with the clique now I've been in this sh** You've been in the corners of Bentleys And coupes with the clit, b**h [Verse 3: Shakewell] Pull a peeler, got me feeling groggy Shawty geekin' s**ed and f**ed The whole party Pulled the peel off on the new Harley Iv'e been smoking dank All up in the lobby Got my hair growin' Like a young Marley Finna' OD call it Chris Farley When I hit the party Got a hunnid' guns Hit the club with my Gutta One hunnid', one hunnid' drums Coke in the tongue til' it got me numb How dawg' a thinking That I ever owe you one f** with the squad You're just mad at your boys I'll pull out the five from the trunk Then I out the punk Put him in baggies Then I toe tag him f**ing with Dragon the Chosen One Brazen the Shade, you p**y, you lame I'm catching the fade while I out the punk