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go - philthy rich, g.t., cash kidd & doe boy lyrics

[intro: babyface ray]
yeah
(fonk or die)
mm, yeah, that’s hard
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
f*ck you mean?
go

[verse 1: babyface ray]
let me show you how it really is (yeah)
tricks is for rabbits, you silly kids (tricks is for rabbits)
they shootin’ at houses and k!llin’ kids (lame)
i cum in her mouth, say she on her period (b*tch)
these n*ggas rappin’ a hundred drills
i’ma just rap ’til a hundred mil’ (beep)
i’ma just lap on these n*ggas
they lazy, they movin’ slow
young n*gga movin’ dope
two*seat with two hoes, i’m two and oh (yeah)
you can get cooked
the navy been trainin’, we used to smoke
conquer the world, i’m like dr. evil
go through the red light like this sh*t legal
kush in the air, i’m like beanie sigel
i was taught never bite the hand that feeds you
b*tch can’t get sh*t, i’m in hustle mode
f*ck all that sh*t, man, i’m stuck in mode
massage seat the benzes, [?]
sprint to a check, louis runners on
b*tch can’t get sh*t, i’m in hustle mode
f*ck all that sh*t, man, i’m stuck in mode
massage seat the benzes, [?]
sprint to a check, louis runners on
b*tch can’t get sh*t, i’m in hustle mode
f*ck all that sh*t, man, i’m stuck in mode
massage seat the benzes, [?]
sprint to a check, louis runners on
[verse 2: g.t.]
ayy, straight to the land, lock in with ri
i go straight to the mountains, i pick out my weed
a house full of ‘bows like it’s christmas eve
keep every watch plain, but the neck on freeze
four*door porsche with the wide*body seat
[?] me and ray [?]
was in the nosebleeds, now we got floor seats
[?] my back and i land on my feet
quit with the cappin’ in all of that rappin’
we already know that you can’t pay the fee
ride in the benz, get massaged by the seat
if you get in that field, better tie up your cleats
motor so clean, you can sit there and eat on it
how you claim a street and you don’t even be on it?
b*tches be broke and they freeloadin’
b*tch, i’m a boss, i’m a homeowner
john mayer, boy, that’s a gold daytona
n*ggas was sleep, now they watchin’ the takeover
she f*ckin’ with me, now the ho got a makeover
trippin’ for real, pourin’ lean in a coca*cola
wait, benz all white, look just like baking soda
i’m screwed up right now, feelin’ like flip, lil’ n*gga, the game over

[verse 3: philthy rich]
google my net worth, say six m’s
i send six b*tches [?]
rolls*royce cullinan, twenty*six rims
f&n five*seven knock off six limbs
bad*ass b*tch in the maybach benz
knocked her in 2010, been locked in since then
twenty*pointer hearts with the cartier lens
my b*tch really havin’ motion, her and all of her friends
41 bust, rose gold in the band
and i took a n*gga b*tch, i ain’t never took the stand
all hustle, no luck, i ain’t never did a scam
might hold a b*tch purse ‘fore i hold a b*tch hand
two*fifty on a urus with a chop, eatin’ lamb
put a hundred on his top, get him dropped with his man
sneak dissin’ on the ‘net, but he really a fan
free all my n*ggas locked up in the can
[verse 4: cash kidd]
cruisin’ in vegas, it’s a hundred and ten
come get your b*tch ‘fore i f*ck her again
cops get behind me, i stomp on the benz
fist full of bands like a cut on my hand
i’m with all rich n*ggas, bring a couple of friends
it’s goin’ down quick like i’m stuck in the sand
hitman with me, ho, f*ck on my twin
treat her like a pizza, watch her come out the pants, huh, ayy, huh
n*gga, i’ma ho you ’cause they pay me to talk and i’m bored
she got diabetes, i’m assaultin’ your wh0re
carpet bombs like aladdin, make her talk to the floor
call the b*tch zelda, she [?] my sword
n*gga wifed my eater, [?], he a dork
broke*ass boy, what you callin’ me for?
that n*gga scared to get dealt like it’s a dog on the porch
huh, ayy, n*gga
you think ’bout playin’ me, what you pausin’ it for?
i can’t wait to give my dog a reward
got switches in the club, i’m happy gilmore
i’m cheatin’ life like i been here before
n*gga ask, “where the hoes?” got his b*tch on the floor
n*ggas want fonk ’cause i’m dripped in dior
hundred k on me, tryna steal from the store

[verse 5: doe boy]
sprint to a check with these runners on (yoom)
b*tch, i got rich, put my brothers on (gang)
‘fore i get dressed, put the cutter on (graow, baow)
you better not enter the murder zone (graow, baow)
step on a n*gga, i up it and blow
n*gga, you know how i roll, uh (fool)
beezy ain’t duckin’ no smoke
only thing beezy gon’ duck is a ho (oh, really?)
f*ck out my phone, leave me alone
step out the shower, bottega my robe
we get the drop, then we savin’ the lo’
soon as we pull up, we takin’ his soul
i had to [?] that burner
beezy ain’t scared of no murder
f*ck n*gga say he want beef, uh
hang with them sliders, no burger
[outro: doe boy]
go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

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