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going long - g.t. lyrics

[intro: g.t.]
(hoodrich keem? yeah, i’m thinkin’ about signin’ that guy)
just hopped off the jet, n*gga, hahaha
yeah (48hrs a day, you hear me?)
wavy face, talk to ’em
c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon

[verse 1: babyface ray]
count it up, late night, air mattress
flyin’ private, touch down, hit ratchet
codeine, main thing got attachments
saint laurent, i might mix it with the leather

[verse 2: g.t.]
i serve blow fiends, and i do it with a passion
this sh*t so clean, if i don’t hit it, it’s blue magic
man, i got pilot seats, in that range when we be stabbin’ off
just made a hundred thousand all pros, i’m ’bout to jack it all

[verse 3: babyface ray & g.t.]
she say, “let me put my number in your phone”
almost cried, man, i almost lost a hundred on the road
i performed and looked and seen your baby mama at my show
businessman, hands all in it, i’m like ghost (i’m like ghost)
them gunners with me, young n*ggas only blowin’ smoke
[verse 4: g.t.]
i popped a pill, i’m in the ghost, i d*mn near thought i saw a ghost
man, this sh*t like bmf (bmf)
we pull up rolls*royce trucks and bentleys and them ‘vettes
we threw a hundred, next day, front page on the ‘net (man)
keep playin’ tough the quickest way to get you wet
like steph and klay ’cause we drop thirties back to back
boy, watch your ho, ’cause i might flood her with baguettes (i might flood her with baguettes)

[chorus: babyface ray]
yeah, i been goin’ long (i been goin’ long)
made the plug throw the bag, i been goin’ long (i been goin’ long)
some tan, some white, look like snow patrol (look like snow patrol)
baby girl know what it is, she gon’ go for sure (she gon’ go for sure)
yeah, she see what time it is, i got my rollie on (brrt)
i’m so happy that we here, ’cause i been holdin’ on
you know we quick to pay the bills if you gon’ hold the load (gon’ hold the load)
i told my best one hold it down (hold it down)
please protect the bag, you know it’s vultures on the prowl

[verse 5: babyface ray]
ten toes down, you see my forces on the ground
stand up on the pedal, let them horses make a sound

[verse 6: g.t.]
i ain’t gotta trap, ’cause they endorse a n*gga now (yeah)
we can go rack for rack or n*gga, we can go pound for pound (pound, pound)
if you get jammed, n*gga, you better not make a sound (shh)
i made a lot in my city, but made more cake out of town (yoom)
i’ma blow this sh*t today, we might not see tomorrow
i’m the one who kept them n*ggas straight so they ain’t need to borrow
[interlude: g.t. & babyface ray]
c’mon, c’mon, c’mon
c’mon, c’mon
i’m the one that kept these n*ggas straight so they don’t need to borrow
talk to these dumb*ass n*ggas, c’mon
yeah, i still be movin’ in the streets, i just be thinkin’ smarter

[verse 7: babyface ray & g.t.]
let me tell you somethin’
gave my travis scotts away, them sh*ts eleven hundred (sh*ts eleven hundred)
i remember bein’ broke and it was never sunny (it was never sunny)
why you think they love me? (love me)
what, you think a n*gga changed ’cause i got some money? (i got some money?)

[verse 8: g.t.]
man, that lil’ sh*t you flashin’, that’s my sneaker money (that’s my sneaker money)
when you got this type of cash, them b*tches creepin’ for you (b*tches creepin’ for you)
when you got this type of bag, them boys quit speakin’ on you (boys quit speakin’ on you)
them boys some hoes, he had the strap and mine wasn’t even on me (ayy, ayy)

[chorus: babyface ray]
yeah, i been goin’ long
made the plug throw the bag, i been goin’ long
some tan, some white, look like snow patrol
baby girl know what it is, she gon’ go for sure
yeah, she see what time it is, i got my rollie on
i’m so happy that we here, ’cause i been holdin’ on
you know we quick to pay the bills if you gon’ hold the load
i told my best one hold it down
please protect the bag, you know it’s vultures on the prowl
[outro: g.t.]
i serve blow fiends, and i do it with a passion
this sh*t so clean, if i don’t hit it, it’s blue magic
man, i got pilot seats, in that range when we be stabbin’ off
just made a hundred thousand all pros, i’m ’bout to jack it all

- g t lyrics

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