What's Goodie (feat. Cakes da Killa)

Yup, what's goodie
 I'm the hottest around, my city
 I got all the sounds, got plenty
 You should ask around, my city
 You should get to work, get busy
 Do it until it hurt, get busy
 You should go berserk, get busy
 Imma make you work, get busy
 Yo, let me talk my shit
 From a college dorm to suite in Chile
 Getting drink tickets in my Mishka hoodie
 To a Mac sponsor just to up my pretty
 Fees is changing so I'm high sadity
 Avoiding fake fuckers who claim they fucking with me
 Dick riders trying to match my witty
 Had to cleanse my palate appetite too picky
 All this Henny in me got my mood all pissy
 Foreign labels keep me feeling frisky
 Steady hating, what's the ishy?
 I'm the MVP so bitches cannot bench me
 Groupies on me when I'm in they city
 Bet you want this lifestyle cause it sounds so kinky
 Feeling cocky, iced out the pinky
 And if you kiss the don don't leave no hickies
 Yup
 Yup, what's goodie
 I'm the hottest around, my city
 I got all the sounds, got plenty
 You should ask around, my city
 You should get to work, get busy
 Do it until it hurt, get busy
 You should go berserk, get busy
 Imma make you work, get busy
 Yup, what's goodie yo
 Been the hottest round since a nigga ate Cheerios
 Parker flipping shit like his ass Rey Mysterio
 619! Ya that use to be the area code
 Now a nigga been all around like a Mary-go
 Turn this shit loud if you hear it on the stereo
 A nigga about to go Jose Canseco
 Ya a nigga about to go Jose, shit's scary yo
 Remember when they were like "Oh shit you on the radio!"
 Now these niggas like "Oh Groggs? That nigga's very old"
 We be like, "Chill out nigga hear me out"
 You just mad there's only 10 likes on your video
 But there's like 20 niggas standing in your video
 How that work out? That's a 50/50 ratio
 You just that bad nigga you might have to let it go
 And that hairline nigga you might have to let it go
 Yup, what's goodie
 I'm the hottest around, my city
 I got all the sounds, got plenty
 You should ask around, my city
 You should get to work, get busy
 Do it until it hurt, get busy
 You should go berserk, get busy
 Imma make you work, get busy
 What's goodie
 My city
 Got plenty
 My city
 Get busy
 Get busy
 Get busy
 What's goodie
 Yup, what's really good
 I'm the hottest motherfucker in my neighborhood
 Even if I came to yours, I probably would
 Ok maybe not if you live in Hollywood
 I might pull up, I might skirt off
 In the Pathfinder with the Birks on
 Or the 4Runner with the Hares on
 And your girl still mad I cut my hair off
 Cause it's Ritchie with a motherfucking T
 I got a classic tape, plus a degree
 Ok not yet, I got another year
 I'll have another classic plus my Grandma's cheers
 I ain't trying to be no motherfucking engineer
 I'ma get my mom a crib with a rap career
 And a 6 series make the roof disappear
 So she can never say "There ain't no fucking room in here"
 Yup