Go (feat. BabyDrill)
(Ayo, Tusk, you goin' crazy) Gang
Know how the fuck we rockin', man
Whole lot of gang members in this bitch, nigga
On foenem, you know how we comin', man
6300 Gang, man, OTF, all that
Gang, gang, gang
We ain't playin', when we say it's up, it's that
All that mumblin' and bumpin' your gums, nigga
say it with your chest
12 turned the lights on
turned them bitches off soon as I scratched
Now we headin' to that same block
where my dead opps got stretched, glah, glah
We ain't from out west, but we breed niggas
Come around me talkin' 'bout shit you murdered
we don't believe niggas
Niggas think they savage off
that Perc' and that lil' weed, hm?
One of my homies crossеd me and caught that coffin
I don't need niggas, gang
We the onеs that's takin' shit and make them buy it back
We the ones that lay they belt
and let them claim they caught the hat
All the opps gon' say they all CrossWestern
but who started that?
Seen the status, my opps said they gon' kill me
and I hearted that, glah, glah (Gang, gang)
In the county, niggas tuck tails 'cause they can't fight
One of my homies died, we ain't wait for shit
we out there same night
How you back with him and you know he told?
That shit ain't right
Don't be behind computers actin' gangster
like you ain't nice
Dude died, buddy got left when those shoes died
Nigga, Boom died, folks got hit up
why they act like Tune died?
Rumors spread, ain't get shit took from me
who told that news fried?
One of my opps died off a fake Perc', yeah, that's suicide
Yeah, nigga, go, uh
Nigga, go, uh
All my shorties go, uh
Nigga, go, go, uh
Nigga, go, uh
Nigga, hmm, hmm
Nigga, go, uh
Nigga, go, glah, uh
Get down, get down on the floor, uh
Go, go, nigga, get down on the floor
Nigga, go, go, go, go
All my shorties go, nigga, uh
Gang, gang
Huh, my stripper bitch had gave young bull the drop
we can't wait to spin
Lay up on that block from ten to two
bet we catch our man (Gon' get him)
Niggas actin' gangster, but they pussy
all them niggas ran (Bitch-ass)
When it was time for war, they got put up
'cause all my niggas sprayin'
Bitch, we got more sticks inside the whip than Taliban
Bitch, we mob on blocks with more drums than a marchin' band
Mr. -Hop-Out With-That-Flrr, damn, that bitch done [?] again
Biggest opp inside the city, kill your mans and pick up ten
Shit, shit, I'm smokin' [?] and movin'
with this extra mag (Woo)
Damn, you can't, would've turned
that pussy boy into a strand
we call him "Dank"
Time is for death, if he wouldn't have ducked
he would've got in the face
I ain't even got no opps, them niggas dead like juju or KK
(Nah, I ain't givin' no pass, nah)
When they free that bitch who claimin'
that body, we gon' kill his ass (Kill his ass)
When they free that bitch who claim he 'bout it
we gon' spin his ass (Spin his ass)
When they free that bitch who caught that, shh
I'ma get his ass (Damn)
Yeah, nigga, go, uh
Nigga, go, uh
All my shorties go, uh
Nigga, go, go, uh
Nigga, go, uh
Nigga, hmm, hmm
Nigga, go, uh
Nigga, go, glah, uh
Get down, get down on the floor, uh
Go, go, nigga, get down on the floor
Nigga, go, go, go, go
All my shorties go, nigga, uh
Gang, gang
Compositores: Lil Zay Osama, BabyDrill & Tusk