Go Ahead! ft. g!xnni Lyrics

Can't talk to that boy, I don't fuck with a rat

The gang gonna go up we blow like iraq

Fuckin' that hoe when I hit from the back

That boy pocket watch but can't get a rack

That bitch coochie smell, man, I cannot fuck with that shit

Talking on that gang, pussy boy, you know you get hit

Man, I dub that hoe, you know I can't fuck with that

That hoe try to play me, fuck up, lick my nut sack

I don't give a shit, man, you getting hit

Feelin' like Mike Tyson in this bitch, man, you getting hit

Aimin' for the head, if I miss, I'm takin' off a leg

When I see a opp in this bitch, man, I'm seein' red

Man, I'm not talkin' bout no pencil, I hit that boy in the lead

I don't miss a shot, I hit that boy up in the head

Man, I fuck your bitch, I ain't have shit, had to hit a lick

If we run after that boy, yeah, you better not trip that boy talking crazy Go ahead, take that dip off your chip

Feelin' like LeBron up in that bitch, yeah man, I win a chip

I'ma hit and dip, put that boy to bed

When I spend my money, I'ma just go get it back

I'ma switch it, I'ma demon aim it for his head

Bitch, I keep that chopper on me, I'ma hit it at his head

I'm just makin' bread, pull up with a tec

I'ma leave him on the ground, that boy, he need a med

Yeah, he stayin' on the ground, that boy, he finna die

Yeah, my diamonds blingin' like the stars up in the sky

I make money, yeah, I make money, yeah

Run it all the way up to the bank, I had to run it up

Feel like brent faiyaz, man, I been away

Yeah the bag finna stay it ain't goin' no way

Run up the store, man, I'm tearing it up

One hundred K just for fuckin' with us

One hundred K man I'm runnin' it up

One hundred K, you know I'm finna dump

Talkin' on me, now it's your time is done

Nobody better man i'm number one

That bitch talk that mean she not the one

You better not talk you know I'm not the one

Spinning your block, you know I'm finna dump

You talkin' on me, little boy, are you dumb

Them boys they pull up yeahI'm not finna run

But if I pull up on him, yeah, them boys they finna run, yeah

He don't got a father figure, but he still my son, yeah

Man, I'm countin' hundreds, yeah, that boy, they countin' ones, yeah

I know they don't fuck with me

You know I don't fuck with them

But I'm still on talk on them

But they better not talk on me

Yeah, I'm finna pop all on they block, yeah, ain't no stopping me

Doin' this since I was a jit, you know I'm a prodigy