Ok Let's Go!
You not gon' shoot, you not gon' slide
G-23 gon' make 'em slide
I'mma go up and touch the sky
I smoke gas, yeah I get high
I got guns let's play I-Spy
Please don't run, bullets hit yo' thigh
I terrorize, you terrified
I can see it in yo' eyes
Nigga talk down on the gang, he get exposed ('Xposed)
Hop in that i8, pushin' that bih down the road (Bih down the road)
I done rocked fashion, yeah Givenchy on my clothes yeah (I done rocked fashion)
That nigga lying on his dick, he don't got hoes no, no
Smokin' on gas, straight to the face
I do the dash, who wanna race?
Bitch I got Tay K's, I got Drake's
Banana's that bust at yo' muhfuckin' grape
I be in the zoo with them muhfuckin' apes
Ocean on my neck nigga this not a lake
Cubic on yo' neck nigga I know it's fake
No taco, but these shells make you break
Mi casa, no it's not for you hoes
She give me brain, then she gotta go
Hop in that range, then I'mma go ghost
She say "Jailen, you do the most"
I say "Ok, bitch let's go"
I said "Ok, bitch let's go"
I say "Ok, bitch let's go"
Ain't talkin' no stripper, but I keep a pole
She like how I'm ballin', I'm a pro
All in, I say "Ok, let's go"
I got them sticks, top general
Sippin' drank, bitch I pour me a 4
You not gon' shoot, you not gon' slide
G-23 gon' make 'em slide
I'mma go up and touch the sky
I smoke gas, yeah I get high
I got guns let's play I-Spy
Please don't run, bullets hit yo' thigh
I terrorize, you terrified
I can see it in yo' eyes
Ok! Ok! Jailen
G-23 gon' make 'em slide
I'mma go up and touch the sky
I smoke gas, yeah I get high
I got guns let's play I-Spy
Please don't run, bullets hit yo' thigh
I terrorize, you terrified
I can see it in yo' eyes
Nigga talk down on the gang, he get exposed ('Xposed)
Hop in that i8, pushin' that bih down the road (Bih down the road)
I done rocked fashion, yeah Givenchy on my clothes yeah (I done rocked fashion)
That nigga lying on his dick, he don't got hoes no, no
Smokin' on gas, straight to the face
I do the dash, who wanna race?
Bitch I got Tay K's, I got Drake's
Banana's that bust at yo' muhfuckin' grape
I be in the zoo with them muhfuckin' apes
Ocean on my neck nigga this not a lake
Cubic on yo' neck nigga I know it's fake
No taco, but these shells make you break
Mi casa, no it's not for you hoes
She give me brain, then she gotta go
Hop in that range, then I'mma go ghost
She say "Jailen, you do the most"
I say "Ok, bitch let's go"
I said "Ok, bitch let's go"
I say "Ok, bitch let's go"
Ain't talkin' no stripper, but I keep a pole
She like how I'm ballin', I'm a pro
All in, I say "Ok, let's go"
I got them sticks, top general
Sippin' drank, bitch I pour me a 4
You not gon' shoot, you not gon' slide
G-23 gon' make 'em slide
I'mma go up and touch the sky
I smoke gas, yeah I get high
I got guns let's play I-Spy
Please don't run, bullets hit yo' thigh
I terrorize, you terrified
I can see it in yo' eyes
Ok! Ok! Jailen
Credits
Writer(s): Jailen Hamilton
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