IFoundJayR-GO Lyrics

I got racks I can't go, hats to the back like Kangol

I can't wife no stank hoe, I can't cuff no skank hoe

Mini Uzi, Draco, when I pull up, she go low When she mad, she go ghost

But I can't chase no fuckin' hoe, that is just a no-no

Pop out, rock the fuckin' show We be screamin', go, go

We be screamin', go, go We be screamin', go, go

We be screamin', go, go We be screamin', go, go

We be screamin', go, go

When you see us, better show some respect He ride with the FN I ride with the tech

I know a bitch super blessed with the neck When I hit her up , she kill all of my stress

All I know is win, yeah, you know the rest Pop out to the party, yeah, I hit the flex

Let's go to the mall, see who trickin' the best

Smokin' a Za, that shit burnin' my chest Ex-bitch hit my line, I'm like what is the catch

Dawgy bad to the bone, I told him, go fetch

Broke up with my bitch sent that through text it's too many bitches out here givin' me sex

When I hit the stage, stop, drop, and roll

Cause I'm tryna let that fire go I'm talkin' bout that fire flow

Down lil bitch, she a rider fasho

This rap shit in my DNA Scrubs touch the ground, no CNA

Don't kiss me in public, no PDA took off with his shit like GTA

I'm up in the meetin', no PTA Put ha ass on the bus, no CTA

It's not a facade, this really my style Bad lil' bitch, I'm takin' her down

I'm takin' her throne, I'm takin' her crown If she got knotless, I'm eatin' ha up

My pop supa drunk, pout the lean in my cup

Homie lit in the stu, that shit t'ing me up

Just copped me a Frenchie, that shit cost me too much

Lil' bitch supa nasty, I ate her for lunch

I drowned in the liq, not no regular punch

Ridin' around in the car, that's super fast

I'm always at first, I'm never at last

Who you facin' the blunt? You don't gotta pass

I went to the bank need my racks in cash

She Tried to expose me, so I put ha on blast

Buddy he ran in my crib, put the dogs on his ass

Buddy ran in my crib, put holes in his ass

Get smacked in the face like Chris Rock

You can't trace the gun, it's a ghost Glock

I told her to drop, no pop block

Bounce around in her mouth like Pop Rocks

She sucked me out my damn socks

I told her, baby girl, don't stop

Fuck that bitch, she belong to the opps

Well, matter of fact, she belongs to the streets

I used to be broke, didn't know what to eat

But now I'm a real turnt, put supreme on my sheets

I just wanna rock, no Uzi, Vert

The angles on lock, I ain't talkin' hurt

Ex bitch did me wrong, that shit left me hurt

But that was my fault, had my heart on the shirt

Go, go, go

Go, go, yeah

Go, go, yeah

Bitch, I'm from Chicago

Yeah, we call that shit the go

Yeah, yeah