She's going Hollywood She's going Hollywood tonight (West bound Greyhound) (To tinsel town) (Just to pursue her movie star dreams) It's true, that you, May never ever have that chance again That chance again babe Lipstick in hand

She ain't really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin' A nigga got a pregnant, he was dickriding so much The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?) Fake proper-talking, bitch be like "Please pass the Backwood" (what?) Trap boy Jack, I get the

Just one good thing inside of me I can't believe That when I breathe That there's something good inside of me So close to me That memory Of that one good thing inside of me Instead, I'm left to fall

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read

(Woo hoo, woo hoo) Like I'm alive again Turn your magic on, to me she'd say Everything you want's a dream away I feel my heart beating Oh, you make me feel If we've only got this life Under this pressure, under this weight I feel my heart beneath my skin

Johnny be good tonight! Said go, go Johnny! I said go, go Johnny! Said oh, go Johnny! You better be good Johnny B. Goode Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood

Guzzle, guzzle Yeah I wanna smoke a spliff, spliff Yeah, everybody take a hit Yeah, I wanna smoke a spliff, spliff Yeah, everybody wanna Smoke signals coming from the indoors Scraping off white wall tires Ain't got wings, just Johnny out the window

Yeah, trust me Just breathe This is your life, it's do or die The sun may never rise again, so be the light, the vision This is your life, it's slipping by You try to run but fall again, you get back up, that's living One day you're gonna see Otherwise,

I said I like it like that You gotta believe me when I tell you Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang I said I like it like Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang I said I like it like (woo) Bad Bunny, be, be, be, be, be, be The Latino,

True to truth somehow But never truly lied at all, then and now (But never truly lied at all, then and now) I put A$AP on my tat (woo!), I put New York on the map (woo!) I put the gang on the flames (woo!), they gon' remember the name They robbin' boys