On Go ft. J30 & Kuswaii Lyrics

Wake up gotta get me some breakfast I gotta get ready cuz shit gon get hectic

Don't know what niggas be on but I'm out to city and niggas be tempted

I'm not the one for that pretend shit

Got brothers and sisters fuck all of that friend shit

If I got me a friend den I'm getting dat neck quick Can't mix my kids in no bitch like Nesquik

I'd be damned if my mans really sad bout a bitch Call up my sister quick slap her outta Her shit

Oh you got niggas too they could all catch the fists

If they talking bout death they could catch da whole clique

I'm tired of chatting wit niggas

I'm tired of battling niggas

I'm tired of holding my trigger

I'm tired of fear getting rat on by niggas

Real shit I'm just tryna get rich

Put a band in my mans hand quick

Fuck all da bullshit we laughing at niggas who be hating on us come get like us bitch

Fuck bitches, get money

No I don't wann love on no honey

Wassup lil bitch you thinking shit is funny

Have you want me back with my tears out ya tummy

Like she tryna rump, but I gotta go

J30 my brother for him i'm on go

Worked for myself nobody I owe

I was made for ts just watch how I flow

That bitch a smoochie who driving the boat

She looking at me she want more in her throat

I'm stroking she moaning the pussy is soaking

She screaming and moaning that montty a goat

Ian worry bout niggas I'm making my money

Ian got paint on my face wtf is so funny

Wasn't there through the rain but be there when it's sunny

No opps just a couple of niggas who hate me

Ima cold lil nigga they wan bake me

Niggas switching like seasons I can't let it phase me

Everyday some new shit this life getting crazy

Everyday some new shit this life getting crazy

Think you tough, give a fuck how you feeling nigga

If he disrespect then gon we gon kill him nigga

Ima stack my money to the ceiling nigga

You was dissing on bro why you squealing nigga

It's Ku with the Swaii

Talking bout boom him tomorrow I'm booming today

Niggas be chatting and dissing the 8

But you sent the wrong addy, I know where you stay

Word to my mother I'm fucking your mother

Why is you chilling with niggas that smoking your brother

I catch you up I'm putting you under

But I'm smoking on drew yea this shit get me dumber

I see his bitch she gon give me the number

I bet she don't know, that she finna line that nigga I got the glock in the duffle

And I got more cards than a shuffle bitch

What the fuck is wrong

Geek

These Niggas is walling

On some different shit

We smoking your brother too

Short nigga stand up to the mic

Like the what the fuck he wan do you wan fight

I just started rapping this shit getting light

And my bitch don't play she keep strap like a dyke

Get high as a kite

She want me to stay to the morning but that shit is over

Like chief Keef we pull up in rovers

Bitch I am a freak come on bend over

Why you moving so far get closer

Nut on her face she call me snow blower

Fucked her one time i don't even Known her

She falling in love with the

Pull up we blasting that

Bro pull up with the gat gat gat

If you try to run he gon blast blast blast

Ima laugh at her nigga like

It's Montty B I'm too odee ya shawty love me