Go In - Molly Brazy, Rocaine, Feez Money

I’m a gangsta, I ain’t even gotta talk about it

So soon as i pull up in the parking lot, All the broads start to jock

Plus I hang with a pack of gorillas, Nowadays niggas snitch so I be smacking

these niggas

Damn

And you know I had to brag a little, Different color diamonds in my watch look

like a bag of skittles

And you know I’m shinning tight

Keep the Glock on my llama sight, Cause I’m selling China white

Nigga

So holla if you need crack to sell

I’m a shoot it out with police before i go back to jail

You think I’m soft

Try me then

And I don’t like talk

I’m a leave you stretch on the ground outline in white chalk

Now I got yo fam lined up, Tryna find out where the cake stashed

AK’s

Bared face

Muthafuckas face smashed

Who ever talk gone get it first cause I hate snitches

They gone straight in the ally with your face missing

I wake up in the morning everyday

Count K nigga

Like a fat bitch, I got a whole lotta weight nigga

All my hoes bad

Need a bag, I’m a cost ya bandz

I ain’t go to school nigga, But I’m still doing math

I was in the cut, Where was you?

I don’t even know

Me and muthafucking dough, I don’t need hoes

I don’t give a fuck if I’m getting sleeped on

Fuck rap

I’m in the trap, I got 3 phones

I don’t never answer calls, For these broads, I’m a fucking dog

Can you spend the night?

Hell naw

Bitch at the alarm

Phone trapping so fucking hard, It ain’t even charged

Bitches dead at the bar, Kill him at the car

AK’s for you fuck face

New Ye’s sold at MJ

Car race in the boats from CA

Roommates, Fuck the DEA

Dope case, Fuck court

Come chase me, bad grades

OG’s no A’s

I ain’t with hating shit

I’m tryna touch M’s

Got pictures for the pressure, I keep my lips sealed

Applying pressure to these bitches, They don’t like that

Yeah

I spend it, I spend it, I’ll get it right back

It’s time to get this money together, But all you rather hate

I don’t chase shit but the money, So I paper chase

Slide down yo block, Ro bussing out the window

Hunnid round drum in his hand

That ain’t no fucking filer

50 misses

You think you safe in that vest huh?

Headshots

We ain’t aiming at your chest nigga

My nigga shoot when I say, Ain’t gotta throw em shit

Don’t hesitate

They trigger happy, Bitch it’s over with

He wanna talk about our future, About time I ain’t spending

I’m counting cheese nigga

Wait a muthafucking minute

Lil icy bitch

I ain’t the flashy type

Slide down the block in yo hood, Rocking all my ice

Why you mad?

Get some money bitch

Don’t do no dumb shit

You gone end up on my knock up list

Boom, Boom, Boom