On Go! Lyrics

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(This a freestyle just letting you know)

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(Yeah, yeah, yay, yay, yay)

Yeah, I spend a band on my Owens

Ball on that boy, dunk on him like Derozan

Pop me ten xans, it feel like im floating

She like the way that I'm rapping and flowing, no poet

No writing

All my bros on go, Teen Titans

Call him a candle, the choppa gon' light him

That boy a opp, yeah we do not like him

At all

I dont even like that girl, so I'm not sorry that I missed her call

Nickname the Clique Lamelo, the way that we Ball

We ball, your diamonds fake, you bought them from the mall

He ask too many questions, call him Curious George, and I ain't talking no Paul

If he gon' talk on the net, we gon' catch him in person and drag him, like RuPaul

Ok, my boys and them, we gonna pop him like M&M

I'm bout to elevate, but he ain't going nowhere, so we don't even level him

Don't feel like fighting today, so I make sure the .556 get rid of him

I don't care what he say, just make sure you know that I mean what I send to him

If he talk down on the Clique, we gon capture him and get ever who kin to him

I got a baddie, I think her name Lana

Bought her a Birkin to match with my Prada

She give me knowledge, I feel like a scholar

Know not to test me, I stay wit' my Mac, Like McDonalds

I spent a band on my Number (N)ine

Ain't talking green, had to block him, he wasting time

Uber ain't come in time, so I made her walk home, cause she cannot spend the night

Cause I need time to myself

Hit him with the tech, man I feel like a ref

Eat good shrimp and curry, ain't talking no Steph

This potion I'm sippin' affecting my health

I'm trying to blow up, get unlimited wealth

This gas so loud, It's making me deaf

Imma pull out her tracks

Imma catch them from the back

Imma pull out my gat

Make him run like track

200 on the dash

Feel like Imma crash

Imma get that bag and make sure everyone's mad

Say you get money, you cappin', thats sad

That boy my son, so I feel like a dad

She ain't want me in the past

Now she want me cause my pockets get fat

Sip purple soda, it help me relax

He talking money, then that is a bet

Put his dawg down, send him to the vet

All my boys eating we properly fed

Can't mess with him, he a cop, he a fed

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