Go Head

Go head go head
Wanna get you some money go head
Wanna thumb threw them racks go head
Wanna drip on a bitch go head
Go head go head
Wanna move all them p's go head
Wanna trap out the v's go head
Move that shit like some keys go head
Go head go head
Baby go shake that ass for some more bread
I ain't judging just want you to get bread
Shawty knew she the shit gotta big head
Go head go head
Wanna slide onda ops go head
Pull n make that shit pop go head The clip got 50 shots go head
Go head go head

Federalist shit (ay)
I told my nigga I don't check for ppl who ain't checking for me
How bout you double yo money so when you go outta town you don't double yo tree
It lock wit acetone Nigga I cut it all up I can double a key
I took her outta the lineup no warning I told her no subbing me
Wrote down names of the ppl who stunted on me
I ain't spend racks on my jeans but they full on all pockets n they cut onda knee
Look like I'm trapping you look at my knots how I like it don't fold underneath
Can't make me fold man fuck ones who told the prosecutor come wit a plea
Had to deny it I told em I'll fight it I know that ya coming (ay)
Work hard I wanting my issue
Sentence it come wit a tissue now I'm counting these racks and they come wit a blister
We kept our love a secret her Nigga around nw she claiming she sister
I left my grandma upset to this day she telln me I'm stuck inda system
Shordy can't dil wit my pickle
Stunna told me it's a rich Nigga league dawg you get who want when you pick em
We taken shots it's no photo it come wit potato u call it a filter
Black keep on passing me shots of white lighting
I'm prolly gone fuck up my liver he like,.
Go head
who knew... go fed
Smash on... Rolex
Niggas... told it
Champagne... Moët
Fuck it... pour it (ay)
Youngmil... go head(ay)
Nigga... go fed

Spread the money it fill up the whole
All this ice on my neck I can go sled
Wasn't working for shit I was stuck inda trap I ain't really wanna listen to old heads
Had the p's had pros had the cars of I get caught wit all of this shit ima go fed
I ain't get caught wit shit and I went fed
That shit crazy cuz they ain't knw about it Nigga they just went off wit a snitch said
Love it up why we here when we catch that little Nigga you knw that that bitch dead
Get money wit yo niggas ain't no outsiders
Keep that shit confidential
Yea they lit but you litter than em they gone hate
Keep that shit on yo temple
I just live by the motto grind or die collectives
Yea that shit monumental
I ain't their so I'm still onda grind
All that shit ain't Coincidental
Shawty digging my aura she digging my swag I ain't the one judging ya past
I don't care how you getting ya bag shordy shaking ya ass gotta get to the cash
I can't hold you up
Go head
These Louie's is new ain't a crease onda shoe
Member it use to be prokeds
Ain't ride for a Nigga can't hop in my v
Bitch you better use both legs
Go head go head go head go



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Writer(s): D'mil Polley
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