Go
Go
Go
Uh
I gotta go
Gotta get to the bag & a check
Hittin' licks on the low
Get the pack & I keep it on deck
So it go for the low
If you act, then I'm right at ya neck
& I'm takin' ya soul
I kick back while she givin' me neck
She snatchin' my soul
I'm mixing Xanax with the Tech
So I'm moving slow
But I gotta
Go
Go
Go
Go
Go
I gotta go
I gotta go
Go
Go
Go
Go
Go
I gotta go
I gotta go
Yeah
I'm thinking she outta her element
She wishing that I was irrelevant
I'm gettin' high just for the hell of it
I'm gettin' high just for the hell of it
You can tell that it's loud by the smell of it
SOS be the set and the regiment
Please don't test me
Or who I be reppin' with
Gotta get to the bag that's a definite
Cut the check
I need mine
F*ck the ten percent
I don't rap I'm just speaking' the testaments
And I feel like I'm blessed
I was heaven-sent
And I feel like I'm blessed
I was heaven-sent
Go
Go
Go
Go
Go
Go
I gotta go
Go
Go
Go
Go
Go
I gotta go