Gotta Go

Off them perc
Bitch just keep on
Talking I ain't heard it yet
Ask me can I scoop
Her I might swerve the vet
I just left LA
I might go get a Jet
Ran up a 6 on my own
I done made some
Racks from this phone

I gotta Go
I gotta Go
I gotta Go
I gotta Go
I gotta Go

Start telling Niggas no
Now they mad at me
Shit I still got them
Racks still make my dad happy
Shit I still got them racks
Still make my momma proud
R.I.P my granny
That's what keep me going
Mindset still fucked up

I'll kill every single man
I'll kill every single friend
If they felt all this pain
They wouldn't wanna be me
It might get you to Hollywood
But it's not what it seems

I know she love
Me I love her back
Made my first hit
There that's my slat
Harold's chicken when I want it
Even though this not the rack
Got in touch with some people
I know they got my back

Off them perc
Bitch just keep on
Talking I ain't heard it yet
Ask me can I scoop her
I might swerve the vet
I just left LA
I might go get a Jet
Ran up a 6 on my own
I done made some
Racks from this phone

I gotta Go
I gotta Go
I gotta Go
I gotta Go
I gotta Go



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Writer(s): Deandre Rutledge
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