[Intro]
(Gothie)
Might fuck around and buy the block
Yo, yo, uh
[Chorus]
I'm on the go and I can't stop
Got 2K up in Gucci socks
Look like you win, but lose a lot
Amiri, the pants, price of a Glock
Might fuck with a fan, but not with a opp
And them bitch, they come with mops
F&N, it do the talk
I said the man shit, hammer, cock
I came from the trench and it's super hot
Test my G 'til you get shot
I might fuck around and buy the block
Got what it takes if I got what it costs
Ain't Hugo but I'm a boss
Third of a kilo all up in my charm
I put on a can and flip or some
Screamin' my name, like who would've thought?
[Verse]
Get to the racks, to the racks like whoa
How you gon' hate and I'm realer than most?
Yo, I came up off of dope
Crushin' O right after O
Double G's up on my toes
Made hundred of thousands on my phone
Number two on the charts, up on my own
Look at the units I done sold
Look at the bitch up on this pole
Look at the kick up from this pole
Said you needed some dough
Never told you to leave me alone?
I know how it goes when you living up on the road
I ain't going hard enough, I need to do some more
I ain't going back to The Dot unless it's for a show
I might go back to the block, fuck it up, and throw a party
Might pour up a little red, and yeah, but I ain't gon' do no molly
She ride me like Harley, uh
In the booth like Charlie
I think I need me a monument
I could move like a thousand grams
Don't even gotta go through my hands
Made some money off who I am
Now I'ma go and just do it again
New bad bitch on deck, I see
Celebrities in her DM's, she said
Then they never met, uh, I don't even care
You tryna eat up off my cheque and you wasn't there
Tough times, I can't forget, that's what brought me here
(Gothie)
Might fuck around and buy the block
Yo, yo, uh
[Chorus]
I'm on the go and I can't stop
Got 2K up in Gucci socks
Look like you win, but lose a lot
Amiri, the pants, price of a Glock
Might fuck with a fan, but not with a opp
And them bitch, they come with mops
F&N, it do the talk
I said the man shit, hammer, cock
I came from the trench and it's super hot
Test my G 'til you get shot
I might fuck around and buy the block
Got what it takes if I got what it costs
Ain't Hugo but I'm a boss
Third of a kilo all up in my charm
I put on a can and flip or some
Screamin' my name, like who would've thought?
[Verse]
Get to the racks, to the racks like whoa
How you gon' hate and I'm realer than most?
Yo, I came up off of dope
Crushin' O right after O
Double G's up on my toes
Made hundred of thousands on my phone
Number two on the charts, up on my own
Look at the units I done sold
Look at the bitch up on this pole
Look at the kick up from this pole
Said you needed some dough
Never told you to leave me alone?
I know how it goes when you living up on the road
I ain't going hard enough, I need to do some more
I ain't going back to The Dot unless it's for a show
I might go back to the block, fuck it up, and throw a party
Might pour up a little red, and yeah, but I ain't gon' do no molly
She ride me like Harley, uh
In the booth like Charlie
I think I need me a monument
I could move like a thousand grams
Don't even gotta go through my hands
Made some money off who I am
Now I'ma go and just do it again
New bad bitch on deck, I see
Celebrities in her DM's, she said
Then they never met, uh, I don't even care
You tryna eat up off my cheque and you wasn't there
Tough times, I can't forget, that's what brought me here
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