Go Go Girl
She a go go girl for the riches I know those intentions
And I grind through the pain I've been gifted
I'm Sorry that you didn't
In the streets I ain't vibe I'm a misfit
Niggas fake better lie to your bitch then
No hands out yes I rather stand out
Knowing that I glazed up my wrist bitch
I came from nothing
Jumping them gates they bussing
No love you told me I wasn't made
For stunting
Hit the scales put the weigh on it like
A failed reduction
Now it's up and it's no love from me that
Should tell you something
Food stamp
Oh yeah
We was hungry
Nana Clueless
Hit your beek
Now you a Toucan
For that green we
Sometime you shed red
Too clear
Oh yeah
I wants pateks
The reason my
Wrist is vacant
Half A P
We would play with down in the basement
These obligations to fund the passion
Would make sense
We just some young niggas
Trying too see the day when
Ain't no slugs no dying
We just hang 10
And I have sum fun with you
But I cant claim no lame bitch
And we keep them guns but I rather keep it cordial
And it's envy with the these double g's hoes adore you
And I'm putting in work see im getting hot they wanna scorch you
And I die for a lot for all I got I had to fight through and she like my drip
If I get her like this no telling what she might do
She a go go girl for the riches I know those intentions
And I grind through the pain I've been gifted
I'm Sorry that you didn't
In the streets I ain't vibe I'm a misfit
Niggas fake better lie to your bitch then
No hands out yes I rather stand out
Knowing that I glazed up my wrist bitch
I came from nothing
Jumping them gates they bussing
No love you told me I wasn't made
For stunting
Hit the scales put the weigh on it like
A failed reduction
Now it's up and it's no love from me that
Should tell you something
She a go go girl for the riches I know those intentions
And I grind through the pain I've been gifted
I'm Sorry that you didn't
In the streets I ain't vibe I'm a misfit
Niggas fake better lie to your bitch then
No hands out yes I rather stand out
Knowing that I glazed up my wrist bitch
I came from nothing
Jumping them gates they bussing
No love you told me I wasn't made
For stunting
Hit the scales put the weigh on it like
A failed reduction
Now it's up and it's no love from me that
Should tell you something
And I grind through the pain I've been gifted
I'm Sorry that you didn't
In the streets I ain't vibe I'm a misfit
Niggas fake better lie to your bitch then
No hands out yes I rather stand out
Knowing that I glazed up my wrist bitch
I came from nothing
Jumping them gates they bussing
No love you told me I wasn't made
For stunting
Hit the scales put the weigh on it like
A failed reduction
Now it's up and it's no love from me that
Should tell you something
Food stamp
Oh yeah
We was hungry
Nana Clueless
Hit your beek
Now you a Toucan
For that green we
Sometime you shed red
Too clear
Oh yeah
I wants pateks
The reason my
Wrist is vacant
Half A P
We would play with down in the basement
These obligations to fund the passion
Would make sense
We just some young niggas
Trying too see the day when
Ain't no slugs no dying
We just hang 10
And I have sum fun with you
But I cant claim no lame bitch
And we keep them guns but I rather keep it cordial
And it's envy with the these double g's hoes adore you
And I'm putting in work see im getting hot they wanna scorch you
And I die for a lot for all I got I had to fight through and she like my drip
If I get her like this no telling what she might do
She a go go girl for the riches I know those intentions
And I grind through the pain I've been gifted
I'm Sorry that you didn't
In the streets I ain't vibe I'm a misfit
Niggas fake better lie to your bitch then
No hands out yes I rather stand out
Knowing that I glazed up my wrist bitch
I came from nothing
Jumping them gates they bussing
No love you told me I wasn't made
For stunting
Hit the scales put the weigh on it like
A failed reduction
Now it's up and it's no love from me that
Should tell you something
She a go go girl for the riches I know those intentions
And I grind through the pain I've been gifted
I'm Sorry that you didn't
In the streets I ain't vibe I'm a misfit
Niggas fake better lie to your bitch then
No hands out yes I rather stand out
Knowing that I glazed up my wrist bitch
I came from nothing
Jumping them gates they bussing
No love you told me I wasn't made
For stunting
Hit the scales put the weigh on it like
A failed reduction
Now it's up and it's no love from me that
Should tell you something
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Writer(s): Alqayyum Welch
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