On Go (feat. Polo G)

Glocks and the beams with me (Great John beats, baby)
Look, look (Great John on the beat by the way)

Tell them, "Bust a move," got them things with a nigga
Glocks and the beams with me
I get bready, now she wanna hang with a nigga
Tryna bring all her friends with me, like, huh
They know the gang always on, huh
They know the gang always on go
They know the gang always on, huh
They know the gang always on go

Shorty a baddie (shorty a baddie)
So tell her, "Come dance on me like that"
I'm tryna take her home and break her back
I'm in the spot, I'm throwing all the racks
But you know I spend it, get it right, hold on
You know I spend it, get it right back
Call up Great John, get a nigga boomed
It's R.I.P. Pop, we gon' shake the room

I catch a hater, heater to his face
I bet you it be another cold case
Bottles and models, we gon' get it litty
They love when it's Winner's Circle in the city
I got the coupe for the AMG
Don't tell me slow down, knowing I'ma speed
Don't tell me slow down, knowing this a race
We balling, these hoes always just a waste

Tell 'em, "Fuck the opps," done hit a few
Stacking money like a Jew, and now
Who these niggas wanna be?
And I'm a gangster, you a wannabe
Ayy, Glock chilling in my draws
I up it and bust it, we don't fear the law
Steady screaming, "Free my dawgs," like the leash missing, man

Look, niggas know we cause damage
(Bring them chop's out, bring them chop's out)
.40 Glock curse, no manners
(Clear the block out, clear the block out)
Louis with me, no designer
Got the ladder with 'em, ain't no climber (climber, ayy)
Bitches loving my persona
Know I make it hot just like a sauna

Tell them, "Bust a move," got them things with a nigga
Glocks and the beams with me
I get bready, now she wanna hang with a nigga
Tryna bring all her friends with me, like, huh
They know the gang always on, huh
They know the gang always on go
They know the gang always on, huh
They know the gang always on go

Got them things with a nigga
Glocks and the beams with me
I get bready, now she wanna hang with a nigga
Tryna bring all her friends with me, like, huh
They know the gang always on, huh
They know the gang always on go
They know the gang always on, huh
They know the gang always on go

They know the gang always on go
Fuck it, let's turn up some more
Uh, only close range shots when I blow
Fuck it, we upping the score
I told my shorty, "Make brains drop on the floor"
Lil' nigga shoot like a pro'
Hit up my jeweler, new chain, cop 'em, on froze
Clutch if he getting too close

With some hitters from Chiraq to Brooklyn
He run up, .30 clap, leave him cookin'
Hit his top 'til his line a lil' crooked
On my body, designer, she looking
Uh, she know that I'm different
Ayy, it ain't hard to notice we winning
Feel like I ain't been broke in a minute
All my demons just wanna keep spinning (gang)

Tell them, "Bust a move," got them things with a nigga
Glocks and the beams with me
I get bready, now she wanna hang with a nigga
Tryna bring all her friends with me, like, huh
They know the gang always on, huh
They know the gang always on go
They know the gang always on, huh
They know the gang always on go

Tell them, "Bust a move," got them things with a nigga
Glocks and the beams with me
I get bready, now she wanna hang with a nigga
Tryna bring all her friends with me, like, huh
They know the gang always on, huh
They know the gang always on go
They know the gang always on, huh
They know the gang always on go



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Writer(s): Michael Kyle Williams, Karel Jorge, Johnathan Scott, Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Jeremy Soto
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