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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