"GO" lyrics
Fucked my bitch, congratulations, I won't beef about it
No im gon' keep it solid
Keep it solid , Ayy, Keep it solid
Fucked my bitch, congratulations, I won't beef about it
Ayy, Don't play round with my gang, I go Chief Keef about it
Ayy, Don't play round with my guys, say, "I'm Bd about it"
Put that shit on Chee, even put that on my seed
I had fun fucking Lil Cree
Nigga im not no lil homie, I'm og somebody
And we dont sip green, Halloween, we catch plenty bodies
You go in that room, nigga keep ya' silence!
Wake up every morning with a .4 of Hi-tec
How the fuck C4 be so cold? He ain't popped yet
Popping these OP's, fore I leave, got my Glock checked
CEO just going up, and up, and he ain't stopped yet
Bitch I had a foreign car fore' I had a rap check
Bet these niggas cap with the rap, like a snapback
Got the forgi's all set, I travel with a Kel-tec
How you trap, but you ain't took over that shell's yet?
Do you got some P's in yo' trap? Nigga spot check
Do you got a roll in yo pocket? Nigga not yet
I be riding low, in the 4, where the SWATZ at
That lil bitch on go, get the mouth, take the box back
That lil bitch on go (uhh, go, uhh, go, uhh)
She just wanna smoke
Pop a pill, pour a 4
They call me the goat
How I live, bitch ya' know
Me and Yak on the 5th, and Psycho 7th floor
Ask me how I do it, I don't know, I just go
Bet that nigga wasn't trapping, He get paid to watch that door
Bitch we really came from Ramen Noodles, sleeping on the floor
I was waiting on the load, but the plug was moving slow
He can feel in his veins
Let me know, this that dope
We was smoking paper planes, not no trains, not no boats
Call me when you deal with 4's, zips, grams, bows
Ayy, but you can't ride with me, if you play with yo' nose
I got so much if this music, I'll make ya' overdose
And this shit ain't only music to me, it's all I know
You take mines, we pop out, we gone even up that score
I ain't know bro had a switch on his G.L.O
I ain't know that that fettiball was damn near close to go
Ayy, don't make me call Kashoutt, let the grim reaper go!
We ain't shutting down this trap house, just cuz' it's moving slow
Ayy, just stay by the door
Niggas play, and bitches play, I play it how it go
Begging me, "Put that glick away", I tell them bitches, "No"!
If C4 ain't got it all, that bitch a lil bit slow
I ain't really even tryna ball, just take care of my folks
Ayy, until my brother pass the ball, I'm just gon' play the post
That lil bitch on go (uhh, go, uhh, go, uhh)
She just wanna smoke
Pop a pill, pour a 4
They call me the goat
How I live, bitch ya' know
Me and Yak on the 5th, and Psycho 7th floor
Ask me how I do it, I don't know, I just go
And don't much disappoint me
I ain't have shit, nigga I was poor
Bitch we really came from Ramen Noodles , sleeping on the floor
I ain't got it, then you gotta put on them boots, kick that door
He can feel in his veins
Let me know, this that dope
We was smoking paper planes, not no trains, not no boats
You can call me when you deal with 4's, zips, grams, bows
I got so much if this music, I'll make ya' overdose
And this shit ain't only music to me, it's all I know
You take mines, we pop out, we gone even up that score
I ain't know bro had a switch on his G.L.O
Keep that shit 1 thou wou, let the people know
Ayy, don't make me call Kashoutt, let the grim repaer go
We ain't shutting down this trap house, just cause' it's moving slow
Just stay by the door
Niggas play, and bitches play, I play it how it go
No im gon' keep it solid
Keep it solid , Ayy, Keep it solid
Fucked my bitch, congratulations, I won't beef about it
Ayy, Don't play round with my gang, I go Chief Keef about it
Ayy, Don't play round with my guys, say, "I'm Bd about it"
Put that shit on Chee, even put that on my seed
I had fun fucking Lil Cree
Nigga im not no lil homie, I'm og somebody
And we dont sip green, Halloween, we catch plenty bodies
You go in that room, nigga keep ya' silence!
Wake up every morning with a .4 of Hi-tec
How the fuck C4 be so cold? He ain't popped yet
Popping these OP's, fore I leave, got my Glock checked
CEO just going up, and up, and he ain't stopped yet
Bitch I had a foreign car fore' I had a rap check
Bet these niggas cap with the rap, like a snapback
Got the forgi's all set, I travel with a Kel-tec
How you trap, but you ain't took over that shell's yet?
Do you got some P's in yo' trap? Nigga spot check
Do you got a roll in yo pocket? Nigga not yet
I be riding low, in the 4, where the SWATZ at
That lil bitch on go, get the mouth, take the box back
That lil bitch on go (uhh, go, uhh, go, uhh)
She just wanna smoke
Pop a pill, pour a 4
They call me the goat
How I live, bitch ya' know
Me and Yak on the 5th, and Psycho 7th floor
Ask me how I do it, I don't know, I just go
Bet that nigga wasn't trapping, He get paid to watch that door
Bitch we really came from Ramen Noodles, sleeping on the floor
I was waiting on the load, but the plug was moving slow
He can feel in his veins
Let me know, this that dope
We was smoking paper planes, not no trains, not no boats
Call me when you deal with 4's, zips, grams, bows
Ayy, but you can't ride with me, if you play with yo' nose
I got so much if this music, I'll make ya' overdose
And this shit ain't only music to me, it's all I know
You take mines, we pop out, we gone even up that score
I ain't know bro had a switch on his G.L.O
I ain't know that that fettiball was damn near close to go
Ayy, don't make me call Kashoutt, let the grim reaper go!
We ain't shutting down this trap house, just cuz' it's moving slow
Ayy, just stay by the door
Niggas play, and bitches play, I play it how it go
Begging me, "Put that glick away", I tell them bitches, "No"!
If C4 ain't got it all, that bitch a lil bit slow
I ain't really even tryna ball, just take care of my folks
Ayy, until my brother pass the ball, I'm just gon' play the post
That lil bitch on go (uhh, go, uhh, go, uhh)
She just wanna smoke
Pop a pill, pour a 4
They call me the goat
How I live, bitch ya' know
Me and Yak on the 5th, and Psycho 7th floor
Ask me how I do it, I don't know, I just go
And don't much disappoint me
I ain't have shit, nigga I was poor
Bitch we really came from Ramen Noodles , sleeping on the floor
I ain't got it, then you gotta put on them boots, kick that door
He can feel in his veins
Let me know, this that dope
We was smoking paper planes, not no trains, not no boats
You can call me when you deal with 4's, zips, grams, bows
I got so much if this music, I'll make ya' overdose
And this shit ain't only music to me, it's all I know
You take mines, we pop out, we gone even up that score
I ain't know bro had a switch on his G.L.O
Keep that shit 1 thou wou, let the people know
Ayy, don't make me call Kashoutt, let the grim repaer go
We ain't shutting down this trap house, just cause' it's moving slow
Just stay by the door
Niggas play, and bitches play, I play it how it go
