On Go! Lyrics

Only smoke

With my bro

At the cookout

Remember

When I was

The lookout

Nobody

Would

Run up

In this

House

On the side

Of that bitch

With the

Blicky out

I wasn't

The type

Just sit

Around

I had to

Break loose

Just to

Break down

These pounds

Ain't no more

Hitting breaks

Cause the gas

What I found

Couldn't

Fuck with

A Jake

Thought

I was a

Class clown

Popped him

In the face

He was

Popping

His mouth

Ain't no

Conversation

On what had

Went down

We upping

The score

If my niggas

Get fouled

Gone wet it

For sure

If it's silent

Or loud

Shoot

That bitch up

Sink...Drowned

Still hearing

The screams

Still hearing

The sounds

I still had

The ball

Before I'm

Out of bounds

Got to make

This shit count

It can be my

Last down

Ain't playing

Around

Ain't easy as it

Sound

In and out

Of town

Trying to

Spread out

These pounds

Staying out

The pound

Harder then

It sound

If that bitch

Want to fuck

Then I'm bringing

Them hounds

If Lil dawg

Showing up

Then this shit

Going down

If I double this cup

Then this shit

Gone get drowned

I can not

End up stuck

I start walking around

Sliding hockey puck

On thin ice

I stayed down

Can't hang around dummies

I am not stupid

Done fattened my money

My pockets respusha

I had to keep running

Couldn't make excuses

Ain't talking no movie

Got the picture moving

Don't fuck with no groupie

Unless she getting groovy

My fingers get sticky

Fucking with the goopy

How you gone be picky

When you is a goofy

Been dropping this music

Feel like lil tunechi

Not tryna influence

What these niggas doing

Been going through it

Had to break out the cubic

In and out the box

Scratch the match

Burn the fluid

If I start to get hot

These niggas is doomed

I been jumped out pot

Cause a nigga had boomed

Ima slam like the rock

When I jump in the room

She calling you daddy

But calling me papí

Hotboxing the lobby

You snitching tekashi

Yo bitch be a thottie

She like when I'm rowdy

Nobody taught me

To go piss in no potty

When I learned how to aim

I start dropping bodies

Ain't keeping no score

But I got a few tally's

Still keeping the tools like

I work for O'Reileys

Predict wat you think

Cause you know

That I'm bout it

Whatever you need

Bitch you know that I got it

If you started searching

Then you know I found it

Won't take but a minute

Then I'll have the answers

Been doing this shit

Since I was in my pampers

Came up out that dirty

Bottom of the hamper

Putting opportunities

All in Atlanta

The same way they dropping

That shit in a Fanta

That's why I got Danny

And hopped in the phantom

They claim they want smoke

But don't know I'm the cancer

Won't take but a stick

For your show to get cancel

Extended the clip and

Put grip on the handle

You broke the last straw

On the back of that camel

The next time we see his face

Is on a pamphlet