On Go
You already know what it is, boy
We gon' slide down his block, go four
Catch his ass, send him straight to the morgue
I be sliding OT like I'm going on tour
I be chasing a bag, I ain't chasing no whore
I be balling like Mike, when I shoot I'm-a score
Don't play like I'm one of them
They know KZ keep shooters in front of him
Nigga try one of us then we gunning him
Bah-bah, bah-bop
Hold up, hold up
I heard she set him up he got stretched
Hold up, wait
I heard she set him up he got stretched
He got hit with a Glock not a Tech
Do him dirty like (shh)
Why would you play with a nigga like me?
How could you hate on a nigga like me?
They only talk when they get on IG
We catch him lacking, we no ID
Bah-bah, boom
Nigga I ain't playing
Glock make him dance like the running man
Bro in the field like a runningback
I kick her out, she ain't coming back
I keep the- uh, I keep the pole
I got the stick, bro let him know
Heard he got hit, he ain't got soul
My niggas lit, got like a stove
I been doing this shit, what the fuck is you saying
Hitters on go in a line like a band
Pull out the Glock, I ain't throwing no hands
She gon' tell you I'm the motherfucking man
We gon' slide down his block, go four
Catch his ass, send him straight to the morgue
I be sliding OT like I'm going on tour
I be chasing a bag, I ain't chasing no whore
I be balling like Mike, when I shoot I'm-a score
Don't play like I'm one of them
They know KZ keep shooters in front of him
Nigga try one of us then we gunning him
Bah-bah, bah-bop
She on a leash
None of these niggas comparing to me
We sending shots through the Airbnb
Find where he stay, we gon' put them to sleep
They know the money be married to me
I be riding with the top down
Niggas mad that I'm hot now
Hundred round, another opp down
Okay I might just bust down the face
After I body the case, calling out first 48
No I ain't shooting no blanks
I'm never leaving a trace
None of you niggas is safe
I'm on the gas, no brakes
Niggas know what I mean when I say
We gon' slide down his block, go four
Catch his ass, send him straight to the morgue
I be sliding OT like I'm going on tour
I be chasing a bag, I ain't chasing no whore
I be balling like Mike, when I shoot I'm-a score
Don't play like I'm one of them
They know KZ keep shooters in front of him
Nigga try one of us then we gunning him
Bah-bah, bah-bop
Hold up, hold up
I heard she set him up he got stretched
Hold up, wait
I heard she set him up he got stretched
We gon' slide down his block, go four
Catch his ass, send him straight to the morgue
I be sliding OT like I'm going on tour
I be chasing a bag, I ain't chasing no whore
I be balling like Mike, when I shoot I'm-a score
Don't play like I'm one of them
They know KZ keep shooters in front of him
Nigga try one of us then we gunning him
Bah-bah, bah-bop
Hold up, hold up
I heard she set him up he got stretched
Hold up, wait
I heard she set him up he got stretched
He got hit with a Glock not a Tech
Do him dirty like (shh)
Why would you play with a nigga like me?
How could you hate on a nigga like me?
They only talk when they get on IG
We catch him lacking, we no ID
Bah-bah, boom
Nigga I ain't playing
Glock make him dance like the running man
Bro in the field like a runningback
I kick her out, she ain't coming back
I keep the- uh, I keep the pole
I got the stick, bro let him know
Heard he got hit, he ain't got soul
My niggas lit, got like a stove
I been doing this shit, what the fuck is you saying
Hitters on go in a line like a band
Pull out the Glock, I ain't throwing no hands
She gon' tell you I'm the motherfucking man
We gon' slide down his block, go four
Catch his ass, send him straight to the morgue
I be sliding OT like I'm going on tour
I be chasing a bag, I ain't chasing no whore
I be balling like Mike, when I shoot I'm-a score
Don't play like I'm one of them
They know KZ keep shooters in front of him
Nigga try one of us then we gunning him
Bah-bah, bah-bop
She on a leash
None of these niggas comparing to me
We sending shots through the Airbnb
Find where he stay, we gon' put them to sleep
They know the money be married to me
I be riding with the top down
Niggas mad that I'm hot now
Hundred round, another opp down
Okay I might just bust down the face
After I body the case, calling out first 48
No I ain't shooting no blanks
I'm never leaving a trace
None of you niggas is safe
I'm on the gas, no brakes
Niggas know what I mean when I say
We gon' slide down his block, go four
Catch his ass, send him straight to the morgue
I be sliding OT like I'm going on tour
I be chasing a bag, I ain't chasing no whore
I be balling like Mike, when I shoot I'm-a score
Don't play like I'm one of them
They know KZ keep shooters in front of him
Nigga try one of us then we gunning him
Bah-bah, bah-bop
Hold up, hold up
I heard she set him up he got stretched
Hold up, wait
I heard she set him up he got stretched
Credits
Writer(s): Kz- Hinton
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