Give & Go

Yop
Y'all know what the fuck going on
Aye
I put a bounty on his head 'cause I'm with Bounty Hunter
Aye, I put a mhm, mhm

Aye, Brodie in this bitch
Finna roll, I'm through the ceiling, though
Like blew as hell, tryna find how to execute this give and go
Every time I hit woods I be like
"Where the fuck my feelings go?" I think my heart went cold
I ain't felt shit for a minute bro, but then again
I kept making loose hoes my centerfolds
That hoe really ain't no pot of gold, probably copper though
I fucked around and lobbed to bro, he probably sent her on her own
I ain't even finna say that lil hoe name on this fucking song

And this shit all off the brain, tripping, we some goats
In the clutch I'll never choke, man these niggas is my sons
I'll show you the game, I ain't Ghost (Yeah)
This probably the hardest shit I never wrote
Dread head act like he ain't know you die over jokes (Yop)
D-I-E less than 24, got that location off the Snap, boy
Quit fucking with little hoes, don't cost that much to get 'em gone
We giving shooters pita rolls, they laying down shit
Easy, finger roll

Like, who keeping score? This shit shouldn't be that easy bro
Man, they don't even know, was keeping that lil Ruger
When I was rooming with my nigga Tro
Fucked around probably seen me out with it like
Is he gone blow? Try and take it if you want
And become a body freely bro, don't know why I keep saying bro
None of these niggas fit the description
And just know you gone get sent above if Genius in yo mentions
I saw I had to stop showing any love to all these filthy bitches
Can't have too many leeches round me when I'm touching filthy riches

Man, why they playing like they tough? You know they group of bitches
Them boys, they know not to play with us
They ah quickly go missing, talking 'bout some pull up... okay
Siri said six minutes, ah slide down so fast
You ah think I'm tryna reach the finish, send some shots out a fish bowl
Don't need the windows tinted
They heart dropping when they see the Demon in it
'Cause they know I'm with it, always stood on that business
They can't knock me off my pivot
In here high right now, tripping
It feel like my body lifted

I'm in here rolling on some Za's, we ain't got to be specific
Naw, I ain't got to take no pills
THC all in my system, man these hoes be really tripping
Necked me up, and then she kissed you
But that don't mean that we beefing
Boy, I don't even got no issue, I ain't know she was with you
Till on Valentine's she dropped that picture
And you still uplift her, you the largest burger on the menu
That nigga must be mental, anyway back to the instrumental
On mic could never be gentle
Bounty done put out a hit, so I'm finna go get 'em



Credits
Writer(s): Roy Fields Iii
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