GO ft. 1031 Spook Lyrics

Stay on my dolo these niggaz be bitches they switch and they slip and they die

How you gone freeze when running into ops and you toting a blick on your side

How you gone love me you see that i'm grinding but switching a dick for the ride

How you gone kick it and fuck with a nigga but know it's a snitch in his eyes

Know that I'm keeping it sturdy

Ops been claiming they upping the score ain't none of my niggaz get buried

Niggaz been shooting

And missing at houses we catch em we leaving em dirty

Still ain't get back for they man in the dirt

He just made it to see when he thirty

(go go go go)

Stretch em we hitting the dash

Fat tried to run and got caught on the block but them bullets had sprint on his ass

Why you be covering up your identity

Never did shit with that mask

Upping that switch nigga worse than your momma

You know I ain't giving a pass

My bro gotta rocket he shoot like McGrady

He spin and he tagging a toe

I was twelve in the trap if they knock at the front

Had to tellem the back of the door

I looked up to the dealers and killers and robbers

My hood wasn't having no hope

But we learn how to load up them glizzys and choppas if niggaz was having the smoke

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Fasho

Point em out & i tell my lil niggaz to go

Hit through a scope

Knock his head off of his shoulders & watch that bitch roll hit the floor

Kick through the door

Bitch i'm addicted to this you know i need the smoke

He say he want beef then put it on the floor

We caught him at the store it wasn't nowhere to go

We gone catch him lackin this 40 gone tap em like shoes it wasn't nowhere to move

This 30 be clappin the way that i hit with the drum it put me in the groove

On 20 i'm smashin this big body truck taking victims so tell em to move

& at 10 you can catch him put 5 in that boy had his mama in tears on the news

I'm bangin 31 like halloween

Shotty dump n pump it hit his spleen

I'm not supposed to be here with that gun but like deborah hall imma make that bitch sing

It's a nightmare on sheila pointing that pistol like cameras im tryna make a scene

We put him to sleep like a pillow

He thought he was safe im the type nigga pop in his dreams

I take me a 4 & i pour

And we poppin his lid like a coke

Aye nigga im colder then snow

I wasn't asking for this im the baby they left in the cold

A hustler over the stove

I jumped off the porch it wasn't no way to go

Try bangin tr3ys gave my youngins da pistols to blow

i point em out i don't tell em nunn but

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