Go! (feat. Rigo Z. & YeloHill)

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Uh, uh, me and Ro in the studio
Cacha Wav shit
No, no, no love, no friends
F*ck new beginnings, just stack all your ends
Turn that Honda to a Benz
Been leading the whole time y'all barely catchin' wind
Shit, blowin' smoke out that sunroof
Big Juice, slimey tryna' get Drew
Who knew, I was surrounded by goofs
Like a hula hoop
Had to make my way out that bitch
Hoe' I'm bulletproof
Since a youngin', they been all tryna joc
It's goin' down at yo spot if you make my shit hot
She call me chulo with Chulula
Cause I'm handsome and got the motherfuckin' sauce
But, she tellin' me wrong, is how I'ma do her
I told her ride for me, baby, like a Uber
Off to my next destination
If it ain't about a payment, I ain't waitin
Shit, I'm the greatest
Thinkin' how to drop a hits album
I don't even got a damn tape yet
Call me crazy
Matter of fact, don't call at all
Autumn degrees the way I leave when they fall
P shit
And it go like
And it go like
And it go like
Aye aye
And it go like
Aye we gon' keep this shit runnin
If it's comin' in slow
Put in the work, get the money and go
Gotta stick to the code
Low key with the movement so nobody knows
F*ck what they said
No time for the breaks if it ain't about the bread
Straight to the head
If you f*ck with my kin
Then I'm feedin' you lead
It's been a grind, it's been a climb
Really one hell of a ride
Made up my mind, gotta go get it now
Hourglass runnin' down, is it my chance
No time for the devil to dance
Not in my plans
Leaving it all in his hands
Oh yeah, it lust we trust
In lust we trust
Oh yeah, oh lord, forgive us
Oh yeah, in guns we trust
In guns we trust
Oh yeah, oh lord, forgive us
Oh yeah, in lust we trust
In lust we trust
Oh yeah, oh lord, forgive us
Oh yeah, in guns we trust
In guns we trust
Oh yeah, oh lord, forgive us
That's what it's all about
Guns and butter, baby
Lil' dumb motherfuckers
Aye
Let's go
It go like
One, two, three, and to the four
YeloHill the loc
I'm gang bangin' at your door
Niggas rap dissin
I better tell them up the score
Try to hate me from the bleachers
I been ballin' on these hoes
I'm the hottest young nigga up in Cali
Spittin' hot shit
I be at the house
With my girl, no thot shit
Block shit
From the set to the screen
I'm a thriller
I'm that nigga
That be gettin' to the G's
Big C's on my skin
Play to win
Ridin' Chevys, ridin' buckets
Then I switch it to a Benz
No friends, cause they switched up
I'm gettin' flicked up
Everywhere a nigga really go
Takin' pictures
West side, I'm finna zone out
Bring the dough out
Yeah, you know I bring the locs out
West side, LA Streets
Get this money
And you know I'm bangin'
West side threes, nigga

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