Go ft. Bully Frm Da Ave Lyrics

Go

Yeah I'm bout my dope bruh

Don't be trying to wave me down

When you see me with my chauffeur

Go Yeah I'm bout my dope bruh

Better watch it when I hit the top

Boy i am Fenna Ha

It's my genetics

To Ball like i am in the Mavericks

To try these bitches aesthetic

Make money is my fucking habit

Since I was a Lil Git

I Been chase in the fucking paper

Hugging up on the block

Serving up all of the basers

Got time for none of them stations

Play Xbox you fucking crazy

Always open the goal

Cause you know I had to go get it

Always a big dreamer

Always a big cleaner

My Nigga be strapped up

So you know we stay with them heaters

Forty-five and their ninas

Forty-four and then Eagles

White T with the Beaters

Snap back with the heat jersey

That thowback i get that

They Hatin on me

I must be doing something right

Forget that

I ain't worried about em

I don't sweat that

I don't love them hoes

You can bet that

I bend her over that big O butt

A smack that and I beat it up

Cause I'm bout my money

I am bout my cash

Yeah pussy ass niggas don't understand

Just watch me head to the top

I'm Finna blow up like a Taliban

Go

Yeah I'm bout my dope bruh

Don't be trying to wave me down

When you see me with my chauffeur

Go

Yeah I'm bout my dope bruh

Better watch it when I hit the top

Boy I'm Fenna Blow up

Go

Yeah I'm bout my dope bruh

Don't be trying to wave me down

When you see me with my chauffeur

Go

Yeah I'm bout my dope bruh

Better watch it when I hit the top

Boy I'm Fenna Blow up

Me a stated hungry

With only about a couple of clips

Run in your crib like a kid

Shit I eat all your chips

Eat out your fridge

My niggas probably eat out your bitch

But hell naw nigga

I think she gon be eating a dick

Ain't no gymnastic

But a nigga done a couple of flips

I work construction

But I only move a couple bricks

But it's OK y'all

Cause I got a couple of the freaks

That will go

Fuck then blow

For a couple of geeks

I'm in the corner with a Scully

And my nigga got four rounds

Smoking in the whip

And my nigga got four pounds

If you want some problems

A nigga got four Clowns

So even though I'm high

You know that a nigga down

O happy ass nigga

No money

Now that sad

Good hood nigga

No strap

Now that's bad

No high school diploma

But nice with the vocab

And you know a nigga Hustling

Like the meter of a Cab