Go! ft. Rigo Z. & YeloHill Lyrics

Uh, uh, me and Ro in the studio

Cacha Wav shit

No, no, no love, no friends

Fuck new beginnings, just stack all your ends

Turn that Honda to a Benz

Been leading the whole time y'all barely catchin' wind

Shit, blowin' smoke out that sunroof

Big Juice, slimey tryna' get Drew

Who knew, I was surrounded by goofs

Like a hula hoop

Had to make my way out that bitch

Hoe' I'm bulletproof

Since a youngin', they been all tryna joc

It's goin' down at yo spot if you make my shit hot

She call me chulo with Chulula

Cause I'm handsome and got the motherfuckin' sauce

But, she tellin' me wrong, is how I'ma do her

I told her ride for me, baby, like a Uber

Off to my next destination

If it ain't about a payment, I ain't waitin

Shit, I'm the greatest

Thinkin' how to drop a hits album

I don't even got a damn tape yet

Call me crazy

Matter of fact, don't call at all

Autumn degrees the way I leave when they fall

P shit

And it go like

And it go like

And it go like

Aye aye

And it go like

Aye we gon' keep this shit runnin

If it's comin' in slow

Put in the work, get the money and go

Gotta stick to the code

Low key with the movement so nobody knows

Fuck what they said

No time for the breaks if it ain't about the bread

Straight to the head

If you fuck with my kin

Then I'm feedin' you lead

It's been a grind, it's been a climb

Really one hell of a ride

Made up my mind, gotta go get it now

Hourglass runnin' down, is it my chance

No time for the devil to dance

Not in my plans

Leaving it all in his hands

Oh yeah, it lust we trust

In lust we trust

Oh yeah, oh lord, forgive us

Oh yeah, in guns we trust

In guns we trust

Oh yeah, oh lord, forgive us

Oh yeah, in lust we trust

In lust we trust

Oh yeah, oh lord, forgive us

Oh yeah, in guns we trust

In guns we trust

Oh yeah, oh lord, forgive us

That's what it's all about

Guns and butter, baby

Lil' dumb motherfuckers

Aye

Let's go

It go like

One, two, three, and to the four

YeloHill the loc

I'm gang bangin' at your door

Niggas rap dissin

I better tell them up the score

Try to hate me from the bleachers

I been ballin' on these hoes

I'm the hottest young nigga up in Cali

Spittin' hot shit

I be at the house

With my girl, no thot shit

Block shit

From the set to the screen

I'm a thriller

I'm that nigga

That be gettin' to the G's

Big C's on my skin

Play to win

Ridin' Chevys, ridin' buckets

Then I switch it to a Benz

No friends, cause they switched up

I'm gettin' flicked up

Everywhere a nigga really go

Takin' pictures

West side, I'm finna zone out

Bring the dough out

Yeah, you know I bring the locs out

West side, LA Streets

Get this money

And you know I'm bangin'

West side threes, nigga