We Gotta Go ft. lil ddawg, Luh Jlo & YSN DMack Lyrics

Yo I know what the fuck goin' on nigga

PBE shit he on

Me and Yoski in the lab finna cook up

Got a problem with PBE well nigga push up

Me and Nehi crackin' G's this ain't the hookup

That nigga died jumpin' the gate he got his foot stuck

It's a new oppie in the air I'm finna take a puck

He in the factor I don't know why they gassed him up

Ain't doin' drills I'm droppin' bags I'm too racked up

Shot out the four I love my brother he got real thrust

He ain't on the game cause they ain't got no chicken

Amiri pocket-stuffin' fat it look like Peter Griffin

He speak on J you gotta know he spinnin' like a fidget

Lil' baby ass fat I told her come here let me grip it

He speak on Mob and he won't he better know we blitzin

I got a fire low there for a lovely ticket

Whole team shootin' out the optics like the Detroit Pistons

The Glock that hit him in the thigh left that nigga limpin

The type to fuck her and leave her alone I can't do no sippin

Nigga say he took some from who? Oh that boy be trippin

I got my hoe kissin' on my other hoe bitch I'm really pimpin

Me and Chip really road runnin' bitch we fishin

Thirty-three hide the Glock bitch I'm Scottie Pimpin

Bitch askin' for it back what the fuck I look like trickin

Cheap niggas man I hate those

Bad bougie bitches you know I make those

Glocks and XDs from the opps yeah we take those

Can't come around the gang if your ass ain't got no peso

When I lift up this chop lil' nigga you better lay low

These P's ain't cheap I'm crackin' hard I feel like J-Lo

721 I rep it step back I feel like Steph

Niggas wanna play head tap he in heaven

I don't like to talk about this shit I don't really step in it

Bitch I'm a boss stop askin' all them questions

We real bell gang you must not learn no lesson

This bitch say I'm broke I pull out all these letters

She wanna go on a date I take that bitch straight to Chelsea

We tryna club off all day man I ain't worried about no tether

Man we done fucked a whip up when you slide just do it better

Big ice around my neck when you see me wear a sweater

If Chip ain't tryna fuck when we hit then we gon' debt her

This Glock can shake the room I ain't talkin' bout no weather

Nigga this Glock can shake the room and I ain't talkin' bout no storm

It can't hang with the gang man that lil' nigga a corn

The I've got get back to do when the last time y'all scored

All black tinted up we got two chops in this Ford

Big pillow talkin' bout some pussy man that lil' nigga bored

Tim came through swingin' yeah and I ain't talkin' bout the sword

I'm with the mob lil' nigga you can catch me with the Lord

J-Lo miss I'm boxin' out lil' nigga I need that board

On the south with fire bounce the heads callin' me for more

Cheap-ass nigga can't up fire racks boy you poor

Any bitch you see me with I swear to God that bitch foreign

Me and D-Dog in a strike I swear to God this bitch stolen

Fire P's and fire G's I swear to God boy I'm loaded

She can pee on Rudy swear I swear to God boy I'm real low

Oh yeah you ain't tryna fuck the gang you gotta go then

We just did a skip all day swear to God we gotta go to him

Nigga whoop whoop nigga

Oh MOB nigga

You know what the fuck going on

Come on man put that shit on me