• 标题:Go Part 1 (Explicit)
  • 歌手:Polo G;G Herbo
  • 专辑:Hall of Fame 2.0 (Explicit)
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  • 语言:en
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    Go Part 1 (Explicit) - Polo G/G Herbo
    Lyrics by:Taurus Bartlett/Herbert Randall Wright
    Composed by:Taurus Bartlett/Herbert Randall Wright
    Yeah livin' in the slums we just wishin' for a hero
    Expensive nightmares on a
    Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
    Livin' in the slums we just wishin' for a hero oh
    And the guns better get low
    Kid
    Uh
    Rather get caught with it
    Can't f**k with too many I feel like I'm too authentic
    Pink slip shawty b***h this Maybach it ain't rented
    And my Rollie presidential like I know the Senate
    If it's that we suited up we hop right out on business
    Really ain't no need to check his pulse they know he finished
    N***a where I come from no it ain't no happy endings
    I'm a trenches baby when it's danger I can sense it
    One up top in nina I feel anger I'ma send it
    Buck buck buck buck
    K's up killer season like I'm Killa Cam
    A lot of Ls that season I was losin' all my n***as d**n
    Three years later whole world know who the f**k I am
    I could pop out couple million flexin' for the 'Gram
    Got a six-car garage I might need me a Lamb'
    Let a n***a plot on robbin' that nina'll blam
    Twin .40s stick together like Gina and Pam
    Yeah boom
    Ayy b***h I'm really him
    G Herbo
    And all the shooters love me they call a n***a Rim
    Snuck in the club that baby Glock tucked right in my Timbs
    I got it
    Still got a AR you get chopped run up on my Lamb'
    Grrah
    P***y no bap
    Ayy
    I don't bap a lot
    No bap
    Can't say no cap put that on cap I'm with Capalot
    That's lil' bro
    The FN Ruger on my lap when I don't got a Glock
    Federal
    Been totin' pistols before rap I don't know how to stop
    I can't switch can't keepin' takin' risks 'cause I'm really rich
    Got a deal can't be in that field 'cause we really blitz
    Foreign wheels I bought six whips now they on my d**k
    Maybach cost a quarter mill' that ain't really s**t
    Can't let 'em see me lose they expectin' me to crash
    All my cars up to date no point in dwellin' in the past
    See 'em hop out chase 'em we on every n***a a*s
    Trip you walk down face 'em get 'em gone then hit the gas uh
    Well actually I keep that strap with me
    Say we ain't slidin' have you get zipped up talkin' my point exactly
    My lil' n***as aim for headshots and they got accuracy
    Push a b***h right out that leg-lock like ain't no trappin' me
    Tell me what it is we ain't duckin' smoke we ain't scared
    He reach for this Carti' it's gon' be a whole lotta red
    Time to kill 'em all I been in mode I ain't playin'
    Used to be my dawg he lost control off the meds uh