GoToHell ft. Plug2Slimey Lyrics

Yeah, you already know what the fuck it is, nigga

Straight gang, no lame shit, nigga

And if you ain't gang, you can hang

Bitch, get your brain split, bitch

Stupid girl, be for real, she probably tell me go to hell

Gotta put up with ah Aries, it's okay, she thick as hell

And the feds givin' out Ricos, we can't send it through the mail

357, it get real, cause when we spin won't drop ah shell

Stupid girl, be for real, she probably tell me go to hell

Gotta put up with ah Aries, it's okay, she thick as hell

And the feds givin' out Ricos, we can't send it through the mail

357, it get real, cause when we spin won't drop ah shell

I ain't givin' out no drop, we see that drop, bodies gon' drop

Bae I'm focused on the block, you always worried bout my cock

I ain't worried bout no ops, I got this Glock, I bust your top

You can't fit in with the gang, I heard your bitch-ass talk to cops

I heard he lookin' for T-Money, tell dat nigga, send his drop

Uncle Dude cried like ah bitch, cause he got hit, his bitch-ass drop

Finesse God all in my mentions, tell him, bro, I let it rock

You ain't speakin' to my father when I say come hear my pops

Stupid girl, be for real, she probably tell me go to hell

Gotta put up with ah Aries, it's okay, she thick as hell

And the feds givin' out Ricos, we can't send it through the mail

357, it get real, cause what we spin won't drop ah shell

Stupid girl, be for real, she probably tell me go to hell

Gotta put up with ah Aries, it's okay, she thick as hell

And the feds givin' out Ricos, we can't send it through the mail

357, it get real, cause what we spin won't drop ah shell

I don't fuck with new niggas, boy, you know that shit ain't law

And they ain't speakin' on Lil' Plug, cause if they did, I'd spark my dog

And they ain't never show me no love, but want support man that shit off

Some shit I couldn't afford back then, but now, bitch, I buy it all

Niggas lyin', yeah, they willin', ain't hard to find, go send that message

Bruhh hit out dat car put shit on ah stretcher, locked in with T-Money, that nigga my stepper

Can't fuck with ah nigga, that fold under preasure, I slide for my brother, I click at who ever

I was down to the shore, hadda make shit better, I was taught to go hustle, young nigga don't let up

Been smokin' good all night, doin' shits in my sixes, feel like Mike

Straight standin' on business, nigga, fight for your life, how the fuck is you with it, but fold up on sight

Straight spankin' them niggas, and I wasn't even tight, bruhh got hit in his shit, now his face needs some ice

Ain't fuckin' with them bitch niggas, them niggas hide, put ur man in the air, man dis shit got me high

I'm back and I'm better, new shit bout to drop, Man free, Lil Leek, he be back on that block

Man long live the men putting shit up on lock, Can't speak on the men, cause that shit gettin' stopped

The youngest gon' win, no matter the cost

He got put in the air, cause he thought he got heart

Took L to the chin, and I still never dropped

It's ah matter of time before your ass get popped