King Rami - Shipping (feat. Lil Flash) Lyrics

Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, you know
Go, smoking dope
Tryna get the dough
Yeah, yeah
Go, go
So much shit been going on
So much shit been going on
So much shit been going on
So much shit been going on
You know I'm a Glo Gang Don
And my spartans let off bombs
Shitting on 'em, toilet clogged
F*ck the pigs and f*ck the hogs
F*ck it you can meet my mop
We ain't playin' hopscotch
When these bullets make your legs lock
Shorty, I want top, I don't want the box
Trigger finger itching
I don't care if the pipe got bodies on it watch
I'ma still buy all them Glocks
I'ma still buy them Glocks and chops if they hot
4nem pull up, 50 shots, air out the lot
And you know on gang, that shit 4L, that's till I drop
We the cappers, bandana boys, we screamin' out gang and squad
Why you talkin' so goofy out your mouth? I'ma look at you like, just stop
Had to go out to Cali real quick, I was tired slidin' through them blocks
Hangin' out with my Jews at the round table, countin' money, eatin' on lox
And if you tweak with me, I'ma have to call Casper, make you pop a squat
So much shit is going on, nothing else to do but get the money long
Nothing else to do but get my own, this ain't nothin' new though
This shit been goin' on for too long, and this ain't nothin' new though
These bops steady callin' my phone, and it ain't nothin' new though
All this shit been goin' on
So much shit been going on
So much shit been going on
So much shit been going on
So much shit been going on
You know I'm a Glo Gang Don
And my spartans let off bombs
Shitting on 'em, toilet clogged
F*ck the pigs and f*ck the hogs
F*ck it you can meet my mop
We ain't playin' hopscotch
When these bullets make your legs lock
Shorty, I want top, I don't want the box
Trigger finger itching
I don't care if the pipe got bodies on it watch
I'ma still buy all them Glocks
I don't want the box, I just want the top
Riding with your bitch, she gon' tippy-top
She keep blowin' up my phone, don't know how to stop
Your nigga a rat for the cheese, love to talk to cops
I'm just doin' me, give a f*ck what y'all say
Money on my mind, man, that's what they all say
Who tryna be my bitch, my bad, I meant Beyonce
No matter what I do, I just know they all hate
How you tryna talk shit, you can't even cop shit
Your bitch and my whip is topless
All my ice like Baskin-Robbins
31 flavors, exotics, I got it
In LA, no Magic Johnson
Your bitch, yeah, she up for auction
Shootin' shit like James Harden
Rocket on me, no Houston Rockets
So much shit been going on
So much shit been going on
So much shit been going on
So much shit been going on
You know I'm a Glo Gang Don
And my spartans let off bombs
Shitting on 'em, toilet clogged
F*ck the pigs and f*ck the hogs
F*ck it you can meet my mop
We ain't playin' hopscotch
When these bullets make your legs lock
Shorty, I want top, I don't want the box
Trigger finger itching
I don't care if the pipe got bodies on it watch
I'ma still buy all them Glocks