[Intro]
Go, go, ugh
Back on that Go shit, bitch
Like, ay, ay

[Verse]
We ridin’ round’ with sticks, bitch, if you know what that is
My chopper came with a lisp, bitch, if you know what that is
Kick through the back, I be like “FUCK THE MOM!”, his mouth got that hit
I shoot up the world, I be “Fuck em all”, you’ll think I'ma Fascist
I be in the back of a Scat Pack, going in front of a Track, that bitch be trackin'
The ARP just came with tracer rounds, them bitches trackin'
N***as actin' like they shooting up the whole city, these n***as be actin'
N***a be fat as hell, you need to go outside, touch a lil ass or some grass
N***a be cap as hell, I get up on you, then my Crip gon' steal yo ass
I'm back on that "Go!" shit, bitch, the shit that'll get a n***a momma smashed
I'm in that Scat, going too fast, beating the dash
He got the nerve to slide, bullet put 'em on his ass
I'm in the back, with the matte black, smoking on a dead n***a, like a Black
N***as be cap, but we know that, spin over here, then you must be smoking Crack
Kill his homie, I bet he won't get him back
You keep making them songs, come over here and spin
I got yo bitch in a thong, the bitch tryna suck my dick
His new shit suck, put that shit in the bin
That lil boy a hoe, he ain't finna go on his lick
Be like, "Damn, bitch, you want Benihanas?" I want Ruth Chris!
In that stolo, I be sliding, that bitch a roofless
I swear I'm the youngest, richest n***a, like I'll do it!
Smoke that n***a if he think about shooting it!