Go
Goo Go Go
I just Got a brand new yo
Hop on that bitch and i pull up a beat get to snapping
I dont Give a fuck bout a flow
Niggas like Taliban snap everytime in the back of my mind
I'm like nigga i know
But good looks, I'm still the same humble young nigga
I already Know that i was Finna blow
Go go
One text she giving that neck up
What i been Doing been getting my checkup
Better stay out my phone with them fake ass checkups
I need A bitch that's gone stay on my dick like a lighter leash
Fucked up with my last one, told her i love her i know It was kind of a reach
Hold on, I'm bouta state straight facts, i aint Even gone preach
They mad cuz i make It look easy I'm mad
Because y'all ain't really seeing how hard it could be
That venting cost
I'll rather hop in the studio talk about my problems for free
But the track too hard
I prolly make me a bag off this bitch ina couple of weeks
Shaad ball so hard swear to god he could go pro overseas
It's four of us four hoes in the telly we need to double the freaks
Get it gone so fast and I'm smoking doja, might as well double the weed
Young nigga ain't worried about nothing real get back
Gang turned two into four in a week
Since six thirty-four, i knew i was Gone pop
Niggas like damn Taliban when the hell you gone drop
I got Tunnel vision nah i cant crash yea i got a plan just watch
But right now I'm just rapping and trapping
I fuck on your hoe and stay low from the cops
I just Got a brand new yo
Hop on that bitch and i pull up a beat get to snapping
I dont Give a fuck bout a flow
Niggas like Taliban snap everytime in the back of my mind
I'm like nigga i know
But good looks, I'm still the same humble young nigga
I already Know that i was Finna blow
Go go
One text she giving that neck up
What i been Doing been getting my checkup
Better stay out my phone with them fake ass checkups
I need A bitch that's gone stay on my dick like a lighter leash
Fucked up with my last one, told her i love her i know It was kind of a reach
Hold on, I'm bouta state straight facts, i aint Even gone preach
They mad cuz i make It look easy I'm mad
Because y'all ain't really seeing how hard it could be
That venting cost
I'll rather hop in the studio talk about my problems for free
But the track too hard
I prolly make me a bag off this bitch ina couple of weeks
Shaad ball so hard swear to god he could go pro overseas
It's four of us four hoes in the telly we need to double the freaks
Get it gone so fast and I'm smoking doja, might as well double the weed
Young nigga ain't worried about nothing real get back
Gang turned two into four in a week
Since six thirty-four, i knew i was Gone pop
Niggas like damn Taliban when the hell you gone drop
I got Tunnel vision nah i cant crash yea i got a plan just watch
But right now I'm just rapping and trapping
I fuck on your hoe and stay low from the cops
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Writer(s): Richard Cantey
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