go

they say, how you get so rich, I got that shit from juggin za

In a shootout, if it cram up, we gon' run right to the car

223 gon' hit his face if yo ass talkin' to the cops

They want me and Baby J to check out, but this shit won't stop

She always tryna hit my phone, but I stay posted on the block

In an E, they say I'm slimey, jump the gate, I'll take your Glock

I say, go, boom, boom, that's the pistol

This bitch doin' dicks, she left me, bitch, I will not miss you

I say, go, I'm official

Beam up on the Glock, I'm tryna shoot it till it hit you