Nothing Good - Fudge

Tick tick

Tick tick

I got this PS2 controlled wrapped around my foot

Its lit (its lit)

When I get up I’m gon' trip

Shoulda seen it but I slipped

Its ok, its (?)

Call these hoes and call my friends

Either that or play the Sims

Listening to (?)

Might get drunk and try to whip (whip)

(?) hella different

I get money just to spit

Writing 16's like its essays

Now my homework coming in

Know my teachers would be proud

I still know how to count to ten

Doing PEMDAS for the check to make sure the owners didn’t skimp

Gotta pay my rent, dipping in the Uber or the Lyft

Throwing bones like Ludacris when I’m off the spliff

I’m in my era, spiked green tea in a moshpit

And we not out for tabloid pictures

We don’t do no gossip

(Tick tick)

We don’t do no gossip, we don’t do no gossip

We don’t do no gossip, we don’t do no gossip

We don’t do no gossip, we don’t do no gossip

We don’t do no gossip, we don’t do no gossip

I meet my maker, I’m telling him to his face

Thanks for all the gifts you gave

Sad 'bout all the friends you take

I get fucked up when I’m by myself

My movements in the shade

I be smoking, eating Chinese food, Weeds season 8

Tom Brady, Randy Moss

Lady Parts gon' make the toss

Them other rappers catching balls, pause

That’s on god

I’m Daryl Dawkins, chocolate thunder

With my afro having Boston accent

Half a beer, chug it