Go In (feat. ATM Richbaby)
Q Gwallaa
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Oh, Da Vinci Ayy, cuh,shut the f*ck up Bitch, uh, Unless you speaking factual shit Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Let's go, let's go, let's go Ayy, let's go, let's go, let's go Ayy, ayy, let's go, lets go Yeah Ha, bitch Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it Gwallaa innis motherfucker, you know Ayy, when you jump up in the streets, this shit get tricky I f*ck so many bitches, how the f*ck can I be picky Ain't got a question, none of my niggas, I know my niggas wit me I be stranded on the other side of the world And they come get me, huh Ayy, Rich Baby, he anti Rich Baby, he bipolar I ain't tryna hit your weed if it don't got a lot of odor Rich Baby, he cold-hearted, but that boy a heat toter What make him think he a killer? He was born in Cordova Q Gwallaa, a fucking gangster Q Gwallaa, a fucking soldier Q Gwallaa, really, that nigga, I'm colder than a fucking polar I really hate being sober, I feel like Big Gwallaa Sosa I be in the hood, posted, ARP lean on my shoulder I'm from Memphis, this shit get gritty Middle of the jungle, feelin' like a grizzly Big Gwallaa, I can't go for nothin Spin back to back in this bitch till I'm dizzy Say you a killer, ain't show me nothin I pass you dis Glock, better go handle business I shoot dis bitch its a hole-in-one Scope on da top catch u from a distance Still twerkin', she do whatever for a birkin Dope boy, no job, still servin F*ck nigga, stay away, I'm allergic All black, no mask, like they purging Phone calls, don't call my phone, if it ain't urgent The money dirty, clean it up with these detergents She on a blade, but tryna cap like she a virgin He want a bow, that's 42, James Worthy You can get a verse or a perc Either service, pay me what it's worth You got the money, you can purchase This shit off the surface, my trap hotter than a furnace Sellin' chickens, we about them biscuits Like we work for churches I can give a bitch a world But she a hoe, so she don't deserve it Pimpin' in my blood, told her some game And now she learnin This nigga wife a ho And now he mad because he burnin And only thug on a weekend If you want my time, gotta earn it
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