Got to Go
Yea Yea
I gotta go
Uh she nasty put dick in her throat
Yea my name Dope but I don't do no coke
I got what you need
You can grab for the low
If it's up then it's stuck it ain't no actin' joe
My bitch she a trap queen
Hide weed in her coat
And she a savage she don't like to joke
I stay wit a strizzy like I stay with dickies
Ya bitch wanna lick me cus I got the wheelie
Fuck out my way got some traps out in Philly
My goals go beyond touching a milly
I ain't talking cards when pat go and deal em
Cause if shit go left make a call and we'll kill em
One foot on they neck
One foot on the gas
Left hand on my bankroll
Right hand on her ass
I got to go
I got to go
I got to go
I got to go
She wanna blow
I let her blow
I used to trap off a scooter
Then I had to trap out a Uber
Then I had seen O in that charger
I had to get me some mula
Shawty just hit me said she up my credit
If I give her 50 and dick she a booster
I got the cheese
In love wit the cheddar
I get to it fast cus I ain't a loser
Niggas they hate cus we seeing straight
They don't wan see me and my niggas straight
Rip and smd to the jakes
And we can't even beef ain't no meat on my plate
My mans got a warrant he fleeing the state
Before he took off put a G in the safe
My niggas is thurl I know they ain't snakes
Wit Mugga out temple we throwing up 8's
But I got to go
These niggas be actin' like flies
Niggas must thought a nigga was blind
Think imma dummy to believe a lie
Niggas don't know that I'm one of a kind
Did some bad things but it's still free the guys
Still prolly get out and unload a 9
Roll up like 2 to get shit off my mind
Bitch must've thought I was basic
Getting money ain't no conversation
Pressure pack got my eyes stuck on Asian
To this money come quick cus I'm racing
My lil bro knock you off like he Jason
Got success on plate come in taste it
She all on my uh
She can taste it
Tell the ops to catch up cus i'm racing'
You gotta watch niggas who plotting n scheme
You gotta drop bitches who not tryn' be seen
Even if you think that she kept it a bean
Don't mean that she not somewhere else topping the team
Can't stand a huge crowd got a glock wit a beam
You could get shot and get left onna' scene
Fuck wit the movement this shit could turn green
Just stacking this paper and chasing our dreams
I got to go
I got to go
I got to go
I got to go
She wanna blow
I let her blow
I gotta go
Uh she nasty put dick in her throat
Yea my name Dope but I don't do no coke
I got what you need
You can grab for the low
If it's up then it's stuck it ain't no actin' joe
My bitch she a trap queen
Hide weed in her coat
And she a savage she don't like to joke
I stay wit a strizzy like I stay with dickies
Ya bitch wanna lick me cus I got the wheelie
Fuck out my way got some traps out in Philly
My goals go beyond touching a milly
I ain't talking cards when pat go and deal em
Cause if shit go left make a call and we'll kill em
One foot on they neck
One foot on the gas
Left hand on my bankroll
Right hand on her ass
I got to go
I got to go
I got to go
I got to go
She wanna blow
I let her blow
I used to trap off a scooter
Then I had to trap out a Uber
Then I had seen O in that charger
I had to get me some mula
Shawty just hit me said she up my credit
If I give her 50 and dick she a booster
I got the cheese
In love wit the cheddar
I get to it fast cus I ain't a loser
Niggas they hate cus we seeing straight
They don't wan see me and my niggas straight
Rip and smd to the jakes
And we can't even beef ain't no meat on my plate
My mans got a warrant he fleeing the state
Before he took off put a G in the safe
My niggas is thurl I know they ain't snakes
Wit Mugga out temple we throwing up 8's
But I got to go
These niggas be actin' like flies
Niggas must thought a nigga was blind
Think imma dummy to believe a lie
Niggas don't know that I'm one of a kind
Did some bad things but it's still free the guys
Still prolly get out and unload a 9
Roll up like 2 to get shit off my mind
Bitch must've thought I was basic
Getting money ain't no conversation
Pressure pack got my eyes stuck on Asian
To this money come quick cus I'm racing
My lil bro knock you off like he Jason
Got success on plate come in taste it
She all on my uh
She can taste it
Tell the ops to catch up cus i'm racing'
You gotta watch niggas who plotting n scheme
You gotta drop bitches who not tryn' be seen
Even if you think that she kept it a bean
Don't mean that she not somewhere else topping the team
Can't stand a huge crowd got a glock wit a beam
You could get shot and get left onna' scene
Fuck wit the movement this shit could turn green
Just stacking this paper and chasing our dreams
I got to go
I got to go
I got to go
I got to go
She wanna blow
I let her blow
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Writer(s): Luh Dope
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