That Go! (feat. T Shyne)
[00:00.928](Ayy, Yung, boy, he got that talent)
[00:10.332](Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
[00:13.101]Yeah, this 20 a pill, ran up a check
[00:16.497]This Patek baguetty, made twenty more mil'
[00:18.952]Drop on the opp, got the drum on the chopper and go to the Hills
[00:22.244]My youngin on Call of Duty with that chopper and he wanna kill
[00:25.561]Yeah, sh*tted on a ni**a, did it on purpose
[00:27.912]I tell my other b*tch, "Go with my other b*tch"
[00:29.480]I take my other b*tch a new Birkin
[00:30.995]Pretty white toes, pussy was perfect
[00:32.562]**** in the back, in the back with the curtains
[00:34.234]**** from the back, and this b*tch started squirtin'
[00:35.880]No, you didn't get this sh*t on my Persian
[00:37.473]Ooh, go get this b*tch a new Presi', cool
[00:39.563]I drive my car, how I'm feelin'? She outta lane, she healin'
[00:42.436]Now she on a plane, she chillin' and she post a pic on the 'Gram, you feel it?
[00:45.754]I know that ni**a wanna kill it 'cause she in a villa, go handle Tequila
[00:48.967]Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Jigga, woah
[00:52.206]Woah, this that go sh*t (Yeah)
[00:55.393]Lil' b*tch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know sh*t (Yeah)
[00:58.397]7-Eleven, I bought up Backwoods, sodas and Trojans (Yeah)
[01:01.845]It's like five hundred b*tches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in
[01:05.032]Woah, this that go sh*t (That go sh*t)
[01:08.350]This that stuntin' on ni**as, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
[01:11.720]My track boomin', these ni**as out here ain't havin' no more sh*t (No more sh*t)
[01:14.880]Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' 'em stolen (Skrrt)
[01:18.250]Rolls-Royce truck with the freak of the week
[01:20.523]Chasin' the dreams, I'ma pass her to Meek
[01:21.907]ni**a, I'm a wolf, can't hang with the sheep
[01:23.475]Water on my neck, wear my chain at the beach
[01:25.199]Pull up to your block with a mother****in' thotty
[01:26.897]Every ni**a with me down to go and catch a body
[01:28.569]Y'all ni**as trappin' out the hotel lobby
[01:30.188]Wipe you ni**as nose like a mother****in' [?]
[01:32.043]I'm on the track with a thick b*tch
[01:33.375]Yeah, I used to hustle, had to risk it
[01:35.047]Most you ni**as fried like a fishstick
[01:36.745]If he a snitch, can't kick it
[01:38.312]I'm with the gang and we deep
[01:39.932]Just like a dog, put a ni**a to sleep
[01:41.264]Bad lil' b*tch try to send me on the sneak
[01:42.962]No TLC, but a ni**a gotta creep
[01:44.608]Shoot it like JJ (JJ), spin a ni**a block like Beyblade
[01:47.455]If I hit the block that's a payday, hurricane [?]
[01:52.157]Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Thugger (Slime)
[01:55.240]Killin' the crib with no cutter, feelin' like Ving Rhames, it's guns and butter
[01:58.061]Woah, this that go sh*t (Yeah)
[02:00.882]Lil' b*tch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know sh*t (Yeah)
[02:04.356]7-Eleven, I bought up Backwoods, sodas and Trojans (Yeah)
[02:07.543]It's like five hundred b*tches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in
[02:10.782]Woah, this that go sh*t (That go sh*t)
[02:14.022]This that stuntin' on ni**as, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
[02:17.470]My track boomin', these ni**as out here ain't havin' no more sh*t (No more sh*t)
[02:21.075]Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' 'em stolen (Skrrt)
[02:24.053]Abracadabra, my b*tch way badder, my wrist out the mother****in' batter (Slatt)
[02:27.710]Fish parquet, I smoke on her face, green diamonds, I ****ed up my bladder (Yeah)
[02:30.975]Mother**** a trend, I been with my kids in the spot 'cause family matter (On God)
[02:34.345]Everything else you speakin' 'bout, might get your ass whooped like a paddle (Slatt)
[02:37.532]Yeah, no scare, no scare without, I spent twenty mil' on a crib, paid out
[02:43.880]If you thought this b*tch was real
[02:45.395]Got my phone, you fine as hell
[02:47.119]In designer, but I will kill
[02:48.843]In a [?], I can tell, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah)
[02:52.369]My b*tch, wrist clean, I flex, no, man, I am the king (The king)
[02:57.098]Hundred bands, clean up the scene (On God)
[02:58.560]Had your wife, and you thought it was a dream
[03:00.467]ni**a came through the door with the bling
[03:01.904]I took off in a foreign machine (Sex)
[03:03.837]Woah, this that go sh*t (Yeah)
[03:06.789]Lil' b*tch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know sh*t (Yeah)
[03:09.924]7-Eleven, I bought up Backwoods, sodas and Trojans (Yeah)
[03:13.320]It's like five hundred b*tches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in
[03:16.585]Woah, this that go sh*t (That go sh*t)
[03:19.850]This that stuntin' on ni**as, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
[03:23.272]My track boomin', these ni**as out here ain't havin' no more sh*t (No more sh*t)
[03:26.459]Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' 'em stolen (Skrrt)
[03:29.724]Big racks, spendin' big racks, that's big business
[03:33.199]Pull up to the club with a pole on me, ni**as thinkin' I been fishin'
[03:36.464]Find me on a yacht full of bad-ass b*tches like, "Ho, I'm really pimpin'"
[00:10.332](Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
[00:13.101]Yeah, this 20 a pill, ran up a check
[00:16.497]This Patek baguetty, made twenty more mil'
[00:18.952]Drop on the opp, got the drum on the chopper and go to the Hills
[00:22.244]My youngin on Call of Duty with that chopper and he wanna kill
[00:25.561]Yeah, sh*tted on a ni**a, did it on purpose
[00:27.912]I tell my other b*tch, "Go with my other b*tch"
[00:29.480]I take my other b*tch a new Birkin
[00:30.995]Pretty white toes, pussy was perfect
[00:32.562]**** in the back, in the back with the curtains
[00:34.234]**** from the back, and this b*tch started squirtin'
[00:35.880]No, you didn't get this sh*t on my Persian
[00:37.473]Ooh, go get this b*tch a new Presi', cool
[00:39.563]I drive my car, how I'm feelin'? She outta lane, she healin'
[00:42.436]Now she on a plane, she chillin' and she post a pic on the 'Gram, you feel it?
[00:45.754]I know that ni**a wanna kill it 'cause she in a villa, go handle Tequila
[00:48.967]Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Jigga, woah
[00:52.206]Woah, this that go sh*t (Yeah)
[00:55.393]Lil' b*tch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know sh*t (Yeah)
[00:58.397]7-Eleven, I bought up Backwoods, sodas and Trojans (Yeah)
[01:01.845]It's like five hundred b*tches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in
[01:05.032]Woah, this that go sh*t (That go sh*t)
[01:08.350]This that stuntin' on ni**as, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
[01:11.720]My track boomin', these ni**as out here ain't havin' no more sh*t (No more sh*t)
[01:14.880]Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' 'em stolen (Skrrt)
[01:18.250]Rolls-Royce truck with the freak of the week
[01:20.523]Chasin' the dreams, I'ma pass her to Meek
[01:21.907]ni**a, I'm a wolf, can't hang with the sheep
[01:23.475]Water on my neck, wear my chain at the beach
[01:25.199]Pull up to your block with a mother****in' thotty
[01:26.897]Every ni**a with me down to go and catch a body
[01:28.569]Y'all ni**as trappin' out the hotel lobby
[01:30.188]Wipe you ni**as nose like a mother****in' [?]
[01:32.043]I'm on the track with a thick b*tch
[01:33.375]Yeah, I used to hustle, had to risk it
[01:35.047]Most you ni**as fried like a fishstick
[01:36.745]If he a snitch, can't kick it
[01:38.312]I'm with the gang and we deep
[01:39.932]Just like a dog, put a ni**a to sleep
[01:41.264]Bad lil' b*tch try to send me on the sneak
[01:42.962]No TLC, but a ni**a gotta creep
[01:44.608]Shoot it like JJ (JJ), spin a ni**a block like Beyblade
[01:47.455]If I hit the block that's a payday, hurricane [?]
[01:52.157]Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Thugger (Slime)
[01:55.240]Killin' the crib with no cutter, feelin' like Ving Rhames, it's guns and butter
[01:58.061]Woah, this that go sh*t (Yeah)
[02:00.882]Lil' b*tch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know sh*t (Yeah)
[02:04.356]7-Eleven, I bought up Backwoods, sodas and Trojans (Yeah)
[02:07.543]It's like five hundred b*tches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in
[02:10.782]Woah, this that go sh*t (That go sh*t)
[02:14.022]This that stuntin' on ni**as, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
[02:17.470]My track boomin', these ni**as out here ain't havin' no more sh*t (No more sh*t)
[02:21.075]Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' 'em stolen (Skrrt)
[02:24.053]Abracadabra, my b*tch way badder, my wrist out the mother****in' batter (Slatt)
[02:27.710]Fish parquet, I smoke on her face, green diamonds, I ****ed up my bladder (Yeah)
[02:30.975]Mother**** a trend, I been with my kids in the spot 'cause family matter (On God)
[02:34.345]Everything else you speakin' 'bout, might get your ass whooped like a paddle (Slatt)
[02:37.532]Yeah, no scare, no scare without, I spent twenty mil' on a crib, paid out
[02:43.880]If you thought this b*tch was real
[02:45.395]Got my phone, you fine as hell
[02:47.119]In designer, but I will kill
[02:48.843]In a [?], I can tell, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah)
[02:52.369]My b*tch, wrist clean, I flex, no, man, I am the king (The king)
[02:57.098]Hundred bands, clean up the scene (On God)
[02:58.560]Had your wife, and you thought it was a dream
[03:00.467]ni**a came through the door with the bling
[03:01.904]I took off in a foreign machine (Sex)
[03:03.837]Woah, this that go sh*t (Yeah)
[03:06.789]Lil' b*tch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know sh*t (Yeah)
[03:09.924]7-Eleven, I bought up Backwoods, sodas and Trojans (Yeah)
[03:13.320]It's like five hundred b*tches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in
[03:16.585]Woah, this that go sh*t (That go sh*t)
[03:19.850]This that stuntin' on ni**as, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
[03:23.272]My track boomin', these ni**as out here ain't havin' no more sh*t (No more sh*t)
[03:26.459]Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' 'em stolen (Skrrt)
[03:29.724]Big racks, spendin' big racks, that's big business
[03:33.199]Pull up to the club with a pole on me, ni**as thinkin' I been fishin'
[03:36.464]Find me on a yacht full of bad-ass b*tches like, "Ho, I'm really pimpin'"
(Ayy, Yung, boy, he got that talent)
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
Yeah, this 20 a pill, ran up a check
This Patek baguetty, made twenty more mil'
Drop on the opp, got the drum on the chopper and go to the Hills
My youngin on Call of Duty with that chopper and he wanna kill
Yeah, sh*tted on a ni**a, did it on purpose
I tell my other b*tch, "Go with my other b*tch"
I take my other b*tch a new Birkin
Pretty white toes, pussy was perfect
**** in the back, in the back with the curtains
**** from the back, and this b*tch started squirtin'
No, you didn't get this sh*t on my Persian
Ooh, go get this b*tch a new Presi', cool
I drive my car, how I'm feelin'? She outta lane, she healin'
Now she on a plane, she chillin' and she post a pic on the 'Gram, you feel it?
I know that ni**a wanna kill it 'cause she in a villa, go handle Tequila
Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Jigga, woah
Woah, this that go sh*t (Yeah)
Lil' b*tch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know sh*t (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought up Backwoods, sodas and Trojans (Yeah)
It's like five hundred b*tches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in
Woah, this that go sh*t (That go sh*t)
This that stuntin' on ni**as, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
My track boomin', these ni**as out here ain't havin' no more sh*t (No more sh*t)
Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' 'em stolen (Skrrt)
Rolls-Royce truck with the freak of the week
Chasin' the dreams, I'ma pass her to Meek
ni**a, I'm a wolf, can't hang with the sheep
Water on my neck, wear my chain at the beach
Pull up to your block with a mother****in' thotty
Every ni**a with me down to go and catch a body
Y'all ni**as trappin' out the hotel lobby
Wipe you ni**as nose like a mother****in'
I'm on the track with a thick b*tch
Yeah, I used to hustle, had to risk it
Most you ni**as fried like a fishstick
If he a snitch, can't kick it
I'm with the gang and we deep
Just like a dog, put a ni**a to sleep
Bad lil' b*tch try to send me on the sneak
No TLC, but a ni**a gotta creep
Shoot it like JJ (JJ), spin a ni**a block like Beyblade
If I hit the block that's a payday, hurricane
Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Thugger (Slime)
Killin' the crib with no cutter, feelin' like Ving Rhames, it's guns and butter
Woah, this that go sh*t (Yeah)
Lil' b*tch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know sh*t (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought up Backwoods, sodas and Trojans (Yeah)
It's like five hundred b*tches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in
Woah, this that go sh*t (That go sh*t)
This that stuntin' on ni**as, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
My track boomin', these ni**as out here ain't havin' no more sh*t (No more sh*t)
Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' 'em stolen (Skrrt)
Abracadabra, my b*tch way badder, my wrist out the mother****in' batter (Slatt)
Fish parquet, I smoke on her face, green diamonds, I ****ed up my bladder (Yeah)
Mother**** a trend, I been with my kids in the spot 'cause family matter (On God)
Everything else you speakin' 'bout, might get your ass whooped like a paddle (Slatt)
Yeah, no scare, no scare without, I spent twenty mil' on a crib, paid out
If you thought this b*tch was real
Got my phone, you fine as hell
In designer, but I will kill
In a , I can tell, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah)
My b*tch, wrist clean, I flex, no, man, I am the king (The king)
Hundred bands, clean up the scene (On God)
Had your wife, and you thought it was a dream
ni**a came through the door with the bling
I took off in a foreign machine (Sex)
Woah, this that go sh*t (Yeah)
Lil' b*tch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know sh*t (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought up Backwoods, sodas and Trojans (Yeah)
It's like five hundred b*tches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in
Woah, this that go sh*t (That go sh*t)
This that stuntin' on ni**as, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
My track boomin', these ni**as out here ain't havin' no more sh*t (No more sh*t)
Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' 'em stolen (Skrrt)
Big racks, spendin' big racks, that's big business
Pull up to the club with a pole on me, ni**as thinkin' I been fishin'
Find me on a yacht full of bad-ass b*tches like, "Ho, I'm really pimpin'"
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
Yeah, this 20 a pill, ran up a check
This Patek baguetty, made twenty more mil'
Drop on the opp, got the drum on the chopper and go to the Hills
My youngin on Call of Duty with that chopper and he wanna kill
Yeah, sh*tted on a ni**a, did it on purpose
I tell my other b*tch, "Go with my other b*tch"
I take my other b*tch a new Birkin
Pretty white toes, pussy was perfect
**** in the back, in the back with the curtains
**** from the back, and this b*tch started squirtin'
No, you didn't get this sh*t on my Persian
Ooh, go get this b*tch a new Presi', cool
I drive my car, how I'm feelin'? She outta lane, she healin'
Now she on a plane, she chillin' and she post a pic on the 'Gram, you feel it?
I know that ni**a wanna kill it 'cause she in a villa, go handle Tequila
Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Jigga, woah
Woah, this that go sh*t (Yeah)
Lil' b*tch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know sh*t (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought up Backwoods, sodas and Trojans (Yeah)
It's like five hundred b*tches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in
Woah, this that go sh*t (That go sh*t)
This that stuntin' on ni**as, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
My track boomin', these ni**as out here ain't havin' no more sh*t (No more sh*t)
Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' 'em stolen (Skrrt)
Rolls-Royce truck with the freak of the week
Chasin' the dreams, I'ma pass her to Meek
ni**a, I'm a wolf, can't hang with the sheep
Water on my neck, wear my chain at the beach
Pull up to your block with a mother****in' thotty
Every ni**a with me down to go and catch a body
Y'all ni**as trappin' out the hotel lobby
Wipe you ni**as nose like a mother****in'
I'm on the track with a thick b*tch
Yeah, I used to hustle, had to risk it
Most you ni**as fried like a fishstick
If he a snitch, can't kick it
I'm with the gang and we deep
Just like a dog, put a ni**a to sleep
Bad lil' b*tch try to send me on the sneak
No TLC, but a ni**a gotta creep
Shoot it like JJ (JJ), spin a ni**a block like Beyblade
If I hit the block that's a payday, hurricane
Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Thugger (Slime)
Killin' the crib with no cutter, feelin' like Ving Rhames, it's guns and butter
Woah, this that go sh*t (Yeah)
Lil' b*tch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know sh*t (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought up Backwoods, sodas and Trojans (Yeah)
It's like five hundred b*tches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in
Woah, this that go sh*t (That go sh*t)
This that stuntin' on ni**as, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
My track boomin', these ni**as out here ain't havin' no more sh*t (No more sh*t)
Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' 'em stolen (Skrrt)
Abracadabra, my b*tch way badder, my wrist out the mother****in' batter (Slatt)
Fish parquet, I smoke on her face, green diamonds, I ****ed up my bladder (Yeah)
Mother**** a trend, I been with my kids in the spot 'cause family matter (On God)
Everything else you speakin' 'bout, might get your ass whooped like a paddle (Slatt)
Yeah, no scare, no scare without, I spent twenty mil' on a crib, paid out
If you thought this b*tch was real
Got my phone, you fine as hell
In designer, but I will kill
In a , I can tell, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah)
My b*tch, wrist clean, I flex, no, man, I am the king (The king)
Hundred bands, clean up the scene (On God)
Had your wife, and you thought it was a dream
ni**a came through the door with the bling
I took off in a foreign machine (Sex)
Woah, this that go sh*t (Yeah)
Lil' b*tch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know sh*t (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought up Backwoods, sodas and Trojans (Yeah)
It's like five hundred b*tches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in
Woah, this that go sh*t (That go sh*t)
This that stuntin' on ni**as, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
My track boomin', these ni**as out here ain't havin' no more sh*t (No more sh*t)
Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' 'em stolen (Skrrt)
Big racks, spendin' big racks, that's big business
Pull up to the club with a pole on me, ni**as thinkin' I been fishin'
Find me on a yacht full of bad-ass b*tches like, "Ho, I'm really pimpin'"
