Go (feat. 9ineNiko)
Bitch I'm a gangsta
We just did the dash up in the cat they gotta chase us
My bitch tryna leave, tell that bitch I ain't gon' chase her
Niggas always talkin' like they with it till we paint shit
Hit them one niggas blocks
Niggas ain't outside side so we gon' hit another block
Boop boop, Lil nigga that's that Glock
Slidin' with Byrd, He gotta bust another knock
Call up Niko, I heard he rockin' with them chops
Bounce out with Fully and let it sing till he drop
Niggas in my DMs bout they hoe they need to stop
223's hit him up fa fa, Go, go, he bout to drop
30 on the shh, I ain't rockin' with no stock
I ain't tryna fuck lil baby, give me top
I heard niggas savin' hoes, niggaa she a thot
Ayy, and I see these niggas hangin' in my mentions
Guess they ain't know that that shh got extensions
VLONE on my back, But we don't got good intentions
If it ain't about the cho' You can't get my attention
And I might knock the bitch cause she a goer
The chop like a freak bitch, it's fuckin' niggas over
Freak bitch throw it back, told the bitch to drop it lower
If she actin' like a hoe then nigga Ima hoe her
Ayy, and it's a $80 8th in this backwood
She a lil freaky bitch, she just like to act good
She all up on my dick cause the bitch said I rap good
And I don't like to sip the green nigga cause the act good
Took a couple L's but nigga that's the way it is
Bad lil bitch on my hip, love the way she spit
Bad lil bitch on my dick, love the way she lick
It's just the way it turned out nigga, I didn't pick
Aye, bitch, let's get it brackin
Keep it on me nigga, I ain't never fucking lacking
Blow a big bag, lil bitch, we back to stacking
Got the gleeky on me, she like, damn boy you packing
I be really in the field, you niggas just be capping
Niggas think it's sweet cause a young nigga rappin
P's in the back, on my mama we be trappin'
Turn this motherfucker up, this bitch slappin'
Aye nigga, this bitch slappin'
You ain't really with this shit, nigga stop actin
Sound like a round of applause, we get to clappin
I don't even want the bitch if she can't bring the racks in
I don't even want the bitch if she don't got the chicken
And I only speak the truth, that's why these niggas listen
And I don't listen to these niggas and they lil disses
Call up what's his name and have him start diggin' ditches
Call up what's his name and have him bring up out the switches
And I can't even fuck with niggas, all these niggas switchin
And if a nigga touch my chain, he gon' end up missin
I swear these niggas really hoes, some like these bitches
And my bitch with the shit, she'll kick a door
And I just poured another cup, I'm nodding off a four
And you know I got a bag, I keep a sloppy roll
I got a bitch that's with the shit, that bitch a sell a soul
And every time I got the bag up in my hand, I made it flip
Every time I fucked another ho, I tried to break the bitch
Bro be paranoid, he be always clutchin' on his stick
I was tryna get some chips, bitch, I had to take the risk
If he got that Rollie on then, we might have to take his wrist
If the rollers get up on us, we gon' try to make a bip
It's Wockesha in this cup, bitch, watch where you sip
And I left ten up on the couch, bitch, watch where you sit
Lil ho'
We just did the dash up in the cat they gotta chase us
My bitch tryna leave, tell that bitch I ain't gon' chase her
Niggas always talkin' like they with it till we paint shit
Hit them one niggas blocks
Niggas ain't outside side so we gon' hit another block
Boop boop, Lil nigga that's that Glock
Slidin' with Byrd, He gotta bust another knock
Call up Niko, I heard he rockin' with them chops
Bounce out with Fully and let it sing till he drop
Niggas in my DMs bout they hoe they need to stop
223's hit him up fa fa, Go, go, he bout to drop
30 on the shh, I ain't rockin' with no stock
I ain't tryna fuck lil baby, give me top
I heard niggas savin' hoes, niggaa she a thot
Ayy, and I see these niggas hangin' in my mentions
Guess they ain't know that that shh got extensions
VLONE on my back, But we don't got good intentions
If it ain't about the cho' You can't get my attention
And I might knock the bitch cause she a goer
The chop like a freak bitch, it's fuckin' niggas over
Freak bitch throw it back, told the bitch to drop it lower
If she actin' like a hoe then nigga Ima hoe her
Ayy, and it's a $80 8th in this backwood
She a lil freaky bitch, she just like to act good
She all up on my dick cause the bitch said I rap good
And I don't like to sip the green nigga cause the act good
Took a couple L's but nigga that's the way it is
Bad lil bitch on my hip, love the way she spit
Bad lil bitch on my dick, love the way she lick
It's just the way it turned out nigga, I didn't pick
Aye, bitch, let's get it brackin
Keep it on me nigga, I ain't never fucking lacking
Blow a big bag, lil bitch, we back to stacking
Got the gleeky on me, she like, damn boy you packing
I be really in the field, you niggas just be capping
Niggas think it's sweet cause a young nigga rappin
P's in the back, on my mama we be trappin'
Turn this motherfucker up, this bitch slappin'
Aye nigga, this bitch slappin'
You ain't really with this shit, nigga stop actin
Sound like a round of applause, we get to clappin
I don't even want the bitch if she can't bring the racks in
I don't even want the bitch if she don't got the chicken
And I only speak the truth, that's why these niggas listen
And I don't listen to these niggas and they lil disses
Call up what's his name and have him start diggin' ditches
Call up what's his name and have him bring up out the switches
And I can't even fuck with niggas, all these niggas switchin
And if a nigga touch my chain, he gon' end up missin
I swear these niggas really hoes, some like these bitches
And my bitch with the shit, she'll kick a door
And I just poured another cup, I'm nodding off a four
And you know I got a bag, I keep a sloppy roll
I got a bitch that's with the shit, that bitch a sell a soul
And every time I got the bag up in my hand, I made it flip
Every time I fucked another ho, I tried to break the bitch
Bro be paranoid, he be always clutchin' on his stick
I was tryna get some chips, bitch, I had to take the risk
If he got that Rollie on then, we might have to take his wrist
If the rollers get up on us, we gon' try to make a bip
It's Wockesha in this cup, bitch, watch where you sip
And I left ten up on the couch, bitch, watch where you sit
Lil ho'
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