Going Ku Lyrics

We knockin' at his door, house keeping, finna sweep the room

Always wit' me yeah I got my stick, shit I mean my broom

I keep seeing danger, niggas aiming, trippin' off the shrooms

I ain't finna watch my mouth cuz fuck a nigga gon do?

Me and Drizzy in the basement, turnt this bitch into a stu

They like "Neeze you gotta chill." In the booth, be going ku

I ain't sad about no bitch, I ain't even got the blues

I ain't bragging bout no bitch she might be fuckin' me and you

Told the plug I need an ounce but I ain't finna pay for it

I watched brodie beat niggas chest in wit' ape arms

3am I'm on the phone, told my bitch it's State Farm

You don't wanna see this chop that mean another nigga hit

Glock spread just like a virus, tryna leave a nigga sick

If he came out in designer, we gon' leave a Ye fit

My behavior been so mindless I just couldn't take shit

In a johnny movin' fast ashit I'm on the highway

I got crack, but I'm finna go rob it's been a dry day

Cropping niggas out the picture, just be needing my space

Smoke so I won't feel the pain, but I'll never be ok

Last shot for the chip, I ain't talkin bout no Lays

Bro a goblin, he had fun wit' robbing spot em then he got em

I'm a reaper I had fun wit' creepin spot em then I drop em

I got 9, then I add 30 like nigga what's the problem?

Can't love a hoe just being honest

We got shots just like the Johnsons

Not ya arm we aim at toppings

Pull some different shit up out the bag they thought that I was Poppins

Brodie like to murder, oh so he go purging

She say that she hate me till it's time to close the curtains

Swervin' feeling nervous tryn leave a nigga hurtin'

If I ain't got the money, then my life ain't got a purpose

Black mask, black fit I'm finna go searchin'

I'm tryna go drillin' leave em chillin' wit' the urchins

I've been on some high shit, fly shit wit' the birds

Fuck a drive by, I get up close to hit a nerve

We knockin' at his door, house keeping, finna sweep the room

Always wit' me yeah I got my stick, shit I need my broom

I keep seeing danger, niggas aiming, trippin' off the shrooms

I ain't finna watch my mouth cuz fuck a nigga gon do?

Me and Drizzy in the basement, turnt this bitch into a stu

They like "Neeze you gotta chill." In the booth, be going ku

I ain't sad about no bitch, I ain't even got the blues

I ain't bragging bout no bitch she might be fuckin' me and you