GOOO!
(Uh)
Like what you niggas really talking bout man
Like I been a whole different bread (Grrrtt)
That's all y'all niggas really need to know
It's milly (Fa)
This girl been on timing (Fa)
'fore I even went and picked her up (I picked her up)
Freak hoe!
She slurp it while I'm driving, got me swerving uh (Swerving uh)
Hit them in them Telly's
Get them noise complaints for murders uh (Murder huh)
Said she want the gang we talking 3 but 4 she really want?
Hit the V
Got sum work before I hit the 4 (I hit the 4)
Blow a bag ain't tripping bout it bitch
I'll get it back tour (Back on tour nigga)
YYZ to YVR to YYC to YWG (YWG)
30,000 feat from spot to spot
They gon' remember me (Remember me) (Yeah)
Hit the road
Keep on running till it's done (Until it's done)
I won't change the path I'm on
I just change how I get it done (How I get it done)
Ain't no conversation I ever been in
Where I ain't the one (I ain't the one)
Can't compare me to no nigga
They ain't on the shit we on (The shit we on)
I could never fold
Turn to a diamond under pressure (Under pressure)
Oh he thinking that he slick
Aint know I had countermeasures (Grrrtt)
I might catch him with his bish
That fatima she sent the message (Fa)
Thats just how Goo!
Stay out the mix it's getting messy (It getting messy)
Had to had to drop my bitch away
Last time I give my heart away
Man she said she finna stay I heard that shit the other day
I ain't tripping bout theses bitches
Cause I know they finna play (They cap)
I'm only focussed on them Bordens gotta go and fill the safe
Gooo! fill it up (Gooo fill it up)
They always got sum something to say
I had enough! (I had enough)
He talking big up on the net
I know he bluff! (I know he bluff)
He a pussy
All that talking never shook me
Said imma different breed
No wonder all these niggas fucking with me (Frrtt) (Yeah yeah)
This girl been on timing
'fore I even went and picked her up (Pick her up)
Freak hoe!
She slurp it while I'm driving got me swerving uh (Swerving up)
Hit them in them Telly's
Get them noise complaints for murders uh (It's murder huh)
Said she want the gang we talking 3 but 4 she really want?
(Na na na)
Hit the V
Got sum work before I hit the 4 (I hit the 4)
Blow a bag ain't tripping bout it bitch
I'll get it back tour (Back on tour nigga)
YYZ to YVR to YYC to YWG (YWG)
30,000 feat from spot to spot (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
They gon' remember me (Remember me)
We back again this second verse, and it ain't finna miss
We been on Gooo! in Tokyo speed round the corner in a drift
Know that traction good in sport mode
That shit won't ever flip
I ain't touching on the bitch I got a whiff I'm smelling fish
Get it done that's the way it Gooo!
Won't be taking long
Niggas said that we would never make it, now we been on tour
Tryna make sure that my fam straight
And my bands 8
Yeah that's figure's nigga
Knowing what we mean them millions
Shit like gun fire (Fa, Fa, Fa)
That's a batter out
3 strikes
Don't go fuck around for clout and lose your life
Momma always raised a fighter
So you know I'm finna fight
Got these angels watching over
She been praying every night
Like every night
(I been praying every night) (I been tryna do it right)
(I'm the flyest highest dopest lit young nigga in this party)
(Up in this party)
Like what you niggas really talking bout man
Like I been a whole different bread (Grrrtt)
That's all y'all niggas really need to know
It's milly (Fa)
This girl been on timing (Fa)
'fore I even went and picked her up (I picked her up)
Freak hoe!
She slurp it while I'm driving, got me swerving uh (Swerving uh)
Hit them in them Telly's
Get them noise complaints for murders uh (Murder huh)
Said she want the gang we talking 3 but 4 she really want?
Hit the V
Got sum work before I hit the 4 (I hit the 4)
Blow a bag ain't tripping bout it bitch
I'll get it back tour (Back on tour nigga)
YYZ to YVR to YYC to YWG (YWG)
30,000 feat from spot to spot
They gon' remember me (Remember me) (Yeah)
Hit the road
Keep on running till it's done (Until it's done)
I won't change the path I'm on
I just change how I get it done (How I get it done)
Ain't no conversation I ever been in
Where I ain't the one (I ain't the one)
Can't compare me to no nigga
They ain't on the shit we on (The shit we on)
I could never fold
Turn to a diamond under pressure (Under pressure)
Oh he thinking that he slick
Aint know I had countermeasures (Grrrtt)
I might catch him with his bish
That fatima she sent the message (Fa)
Thats just how Goo!
Stay out the mix it's getting messy (It getting messy)
Had to had to drop my bitch away
Last time I give my heart away
Man she said she finna stay I heard that shit the other day
I ain't tripping bout theses bitches
Cause I know they finna play (They cap)
I'm only focussed on them Bordens gotta go and fill the safe
Gooo! fill it up (Gooo fill it up)
They always got sum something to say
I had enough! (I had enough)
He talking big up on the net
I know he bluff! (I know he bluff)
He a pussy
All that talking never shook me
Said imma different breed
No wonder all these niggas fucking with me (Frrtt) (Yeah yeah)
This girl been on timing
'fore I even went and picked her up (Pick her up)
Freak hoe!
She slurp it while I'm driving got me swerving uh (Swerving up)
Hit them in them Telly's
Get them noise complaints for murders uh (It's murder huh)
Said she want the gang we talking 3 but 4 she really want?
(Na na na)
Hit the V
Got sum work before I hit the 4 (I hit the 4)
Blow a bag ain't tripping bout it bitch
I'll get it back tour (Back on tour nigga)
YYZ to YVR to YYC to YWG (YWG)
30,000 feat from spot to spot (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
They gon' remember me (Remember me)
We back again this second verse, and it ain't finna miss
We been on Gooo! in Tokyo speed round the corner in a drift
Know that traction good in sport mode
That shit won't ever flip
I ain't touching on the bitch I got a whiff I'm smelling fish
Get it done that's the way it Gooo!
Won't be taking long
Niggas said that we would never make it, now we been on tour
Tryna make sure that my fam straight
And my bands 8
Yeah that's figure's nigga
Knowing what we mean them millions
Shit like gun fire (Fa, Fa, Fa)
That's a batter out
3 strikes
Don't go fuck around for clout and lose your life
Momma always raised a fighter
So you know I'm finna fight
Got these angels watching over
She been praying every night
Like every night
(I been praying every night) (I been tryna do it right)
(I'm the flyest highest dopest lit young nigga in this party)
(Up in this party)
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