On Go (feat. Mulah Davinci)
All my niggas I got on go
Running through blocks my pockets swole
Riding with glocks I let it show
Run up on me I let it blow
These niggas switch then sell they soul
He really mad I fucked his hoe
I flip these packs and hit the road
They think I'm headed to a show
Get right back and make some more
I run my trap just like a store
Got my pistol by the door
One hollow point you hit the floor
Niggas brag and then they boast
The internet it do the most
They like to talk but really broke
In real life they really jokes
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Come to the hustle can't fuck with us
Jump through the streets like it's Double Dutch
Cannabis lean in my double cup
Filled up my jeans and I doubled up
Couple more stacks in my book bag
We coming through and they look sad
Don't give fuck man we gon drag
Call up my driver pick up my chick
And we fucking for hours
Pussy devoured hop in the shower
Give me a minute then back to the flower
I'm getting paid chill in the shade
You just a faze you following waves
Hope you don't drown cuz niggas don't save
We dance with the devil on edges of graves they
Stuck in they ways I throw on my shade
No Johnny Cage I'm darker than caves
Building my rage they stuck in a daze
Riding in Lincoln's while freeing the slaves
Freeing the slaves I'm freeing the slaves
Know what's ahead like looking at Waze
I'm getting bread for going on stage
Go to the club and I'm getting played
All my niggas I got on go
Running through blocks my pockets swole
Riding with glocks I let it show
Run up on me I let it blow
These niggas switch then sell they soul
He really mad I fucked his hoe
I flip these packs and hit the road
They think I'm headed to a show
Get right back and make some more
I run my trap just like a store
Got my pistol by the door
One hollow point you hit the floor
Niggas brag and then they boast
The internet it do the most
They like to talk but really broke
In real life they really jokes
I be up two in the morning
Smoking on gas ima stoner
Try if you wanna I'm coming with choppaz
I pop him i bet he a goner
We don't condone in that hoe shit
I thought we suppose to be grown men
I'm stretching him out like it's golds gym
Just give me the word and I'm on ten
I be shaking the room like I'm pop smoke
Rest in peace to my niggas who got smoke
Leave his family mourning like Lonzo
Outta sight outta mind like John Doe
My niggas they trap out da condo
I give em the word and they on go
Beating the block broner uhhh
Glock in the truck no tonka truck
I be surrounded by go gettas
You a broke nigga see the hoe in ya
I treat em like lean put fo' in em
I got the power like ghost children
Don't rent to own I own to rent it
Moving alone no co defendant
Pull the pole out put a hole in him
If you came with him then you gone wit em
Let's go, let's go
All my niggas I got on go
Running through blocks my pockets swole
Riding with glocks I let it show
Run up on me I let it blow
These niggas switch then sell they soul
He really mad I fucked his hoe
I flip these packs and hit the road
They think I'm headed to a show
Get right back and make some more
I run my trap just like a store
Got my pistol by the door
One hollow point you hit the floor
Niggas brag and then they boast
The internet it do the most
They like to talk but really broke
In real life they really jokes
Running through blocks my pockets swole
Riding with glocks I let it show
Run up on me I let it blow
These niggas switch then sell they soul
He really mad I fucked his hoe
I flip these packs and hit the road
They think I'm headed to a show
Get right back and make some more
I run my trap just like a store
Got my pistol by the door
One hollow point you hit the floor
Niggas brag and then they boast
The internet it do the most
They like to talk but really broke
In real life they really jokes
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Come to the hustle can't fuck with us
Jump through the streets like it's Double Dutch
Cannabis lean in my double cup
Filled up my jeans and I doubled up
Couple more stacks in my book bag
We coming through and they look sad
Don't give fuck man we gon drag
Call up my driver pick up my chick
And we fucking for hours
Pussy devoured hop in the shower
Give me a minute then back to the flower
I'm getting paid chill in the shade
You just a faze you following waves
Hope you don't drown cuz niggas don't save
We dance with the devil on edges of graves they
Stuck in they ways I throw on my shade
No Johnny Cage I'm darker than caves
Building my rage they stuck in a daze
Riding in Lincoln's while freeing the slaves
Freeing the slaves I'm freeing the slaves
Know what's ahead like looking at Waze
I'm getting bread for going on stage
Go to the club and I'm getting played
All my niggas I got on go
Running through blocks my pockets swole
Riding with glocks I let it show
Run up on me I let it blow
These niggas switch then sell they soul
He really mad I fucked his hoe
I flip these packs and hit the road
They think I'm headed to a show
Get right back and make some more
I run my trap just like a store
Got my pistol by the door
One hollow point you hit the floor
Niggas brag and then they boast
The internet it do the most
They like to talk but really broke
In real life they really jokes
I be up two in the morning
Smoking on gas ima stoner
Try if you wanna I'm coming with choppaz
I pop him i bet he a goner
We don't condone in that hoe shit
I thought we suppose to be grown men
I'm stretching him out like it's golds gym
Just give me the word and I'm on ten
I be shaking the room like I'm pop smoke
Rest in peace to my niggas who got smoke
Leave his family mourning like Lonzo
Outta sight outta mind like John Doe
My niggas they trap out da condo
I give em the word and they on go
Beating the block broner uhhh
Glock in the truck no tonka truck
I be surrounded by go gettas
You a broke nigga see the hoe in ya
I treat em like lean put fo' in em
I got the power like ghost children
Don't rent to own I own to rent it
Moving alone no co defendant
Pull the pole out put a hole in him
If you came with him then you gone wit em
Let's go, let's go
All my niggas I got on go
Running through blocks my pockets swole
Riding with glocks I let it show
Run up on me I let it blow
These niggas switch then sell they soul
He really mad I fucked his hoe
I flip these packs and hit the road
They think I'm headed to a show
Get right back and make some more
I run my trap just like a store
Got my pistol by the door
One hollow point you hit the floor
Niggas brag and then they boast
The internet it do the most
They like to talk but really broke
In real life they really jokes
Credits
Writer(s): David Stockton, Jervay Muhammad, Mmtk Beats
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