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GO (feat. HyEmbr) Video (MV)




Performed By: Prod. 16 Beats
Language: English
Length: 2:29
Written by: Christopher Moore, Adam Acosta-Kee




Prod. 16 Beats - GO (feat. HyEmbr) Lyrics




Ha, ha, ha I bet let's go let's go

Yeah wake up in the morning make a milli it feel great huh
All these other niggas tryna get some off my plate huh
I'm a rockstar triple six going evil
If you tryna f*ck with me it's a done deal

Diamonds on my wrist and shit
Diamonds on my wrist and shit
Diamonds on my wrist and shit
Diamonds on my wrist and shit
Diamonds on my wrist and shit
Diamonds on my wrist and shit
Diamonds on my wrist and shit
Diamonds on my wrist and shit

Dude what the f*ck even is this is shit bro (hahaha, aye aye)

Run with the bands like a motherf*cking track meet
You know it's gonna be 16 beats
F*ck that bitch imma hit that shit
Taking your bands we gon' hit a lick
Diamonds be dancing and hitting that shit
Dressed in all black when you look at the fit

F*ckin with the gang f*cking with the gang
It's that murder music it's that murder music yeah
One right to your face (Ba)
Two right to your face (ba ba)
Three right to your face yeah four he on the floor yeah (ba ba ba)

I feel like Teen X going X-Mode
Diamonds so cold looking like an Eskimo yuh
I don't even want that bitch I'ma X the hoe
When we pull up to your function we gon' ask you where the smoke (yuh)

Runnin round town with the gang he's a lame he is not gang (uh)
I'ma go and switch my flow like I go and switch my clothes

Nine-tailed fox on that bitch like a Naruto uh
Going cuckoo like a Goku uh
All these girls wanna get that cash and they hit that dash like woah

Yuh
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go (aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
I'ma pass that shit I'ma pass that shit I'ma pass that shit to my bro (yuh okay okay okay yuh)
I'ma pass that shit I'ma pass that shit I'ma pa- man f*ck this shit bro (okay okay okay)

Okay I'ma pass that shit I'ma pass that shit I'ma pass that shit to my bro
I'm gonna blast that shit then I stash that shit then I cash that shit like I owe it
Yeah I'ma gas that shit, pop past that shit, then I max that shit on

All I got, beats like a Calvin, I'm loading my rounds
Give two pop-pops to the shit that I'm going, yo
Ho, whatever I do, do it sick, we got me speeding inside of a Bentley
Grab a Glock and I'm loading up 16, know that boy is a girl, he a pick me up
Yo, I'm thinking I need me a pick me up
I don't got a car, cause she hit me up
If you want it back, I got a semi-truck
Calling up, make some pink, come on

What's up, get up, like bow, bow, bow
I'll f*ck your bitch and I don't give a f*ck
I'll buy some diamonds instead of a truck
Never cut like her, it reminds me of me, took

You cannot fly away, you better duck
Post up a high, we gon' f*ck this shit up
Holding a one and a six and a cut
This shit so nasty, I might just stay up

She more like a pet to me, never a bug
What the f*ck, what the f*ck, what the f*ck
Okay, bitch, what the f*ck, what the f*ck, what the f*ck, huh
Bitch, what the f*ck, what the f*ck, what the f*ck

Okay, bitch, what the f*ck, what the f*ck, what the f*ck, huh
Bitch, what the f*ck, you get shot, you get shot, bop
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English

Ha, ha, ha I bet let's go let's go

Yeah wake up in the morning make a milli it feel great huh
All these other niggas tryna get some off my plate huh
I'm a rockstar triple six going evil
If you tryna f*ck with me it's a done deal

Diamonds on my wrist and shit
Diamonds on my wrist and shit
Diamonds on my wrist and shit
Diamonds on my wrist and shit
Diamonds on my wrist and shit
Diamonds on my wrist and shit
Diamonds on my wrist and shit
Diamonds on my wrist and shit

Dude what the f*ck even is this is shit bro (hahaha, aye aye)

Run with the bands like a motherf*cking track meet
You know it's gonna be 16 beats
F*ck that bitch imma hit that shit
Taking your bands we gon' hit a lick
Diamonds be dancing and hitting that shit
Dressed in all black when you look at the fit

F*ckin with the gang f*cking with the gang
It's that murder music it's that murder music yeah
One right to your face (Ba)
Two right to your face (ba ba)
Three right to your face yeah four he on the floor yeah (ba ba ba)

I feel like Teen X going X-Mode
Diamonds so cold looking like an Eskimo yuh
I don't even want that bitch I'ma X the hoe
When we pull up to your function we gon' ask you where the smoke (yuh)

Runnin round town with the gang he's a lame he is not gang (uh)
I'ma go and switch my flow like I go and switch my clothes

Nine-tailed fox on that bitch like a Naruto uh
Going cuckoo like a Goku uh
All these girls wanna get that cash and they hit that dash like woah

Yuh
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go (aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
I'ma pass that shit I'ma pass that shit I'ma pass that shit to my bro (yuh okay okay okay yuh)
I'ma pass that shit I'ma pass that shit I'ma pa- man f*ck this shit bro (okay okay okay)

Okay I'ma pass that shit I'ma pass that shit I'ma pass that shit to my bro
I'm gonna blast that shit then I stash that shit then I cash that shit like I owe it
Yeah I'ma gas that shit, pop past that shit, then I max that shit on

All I got, beats like a Calvin, I'm loading my rounds
Give two pop-pops to the shit that I'm going, yo
Ho, whatever I do, do it sick, we got me speeding inside of a Bentley
Grab a Glock and I'm loading up 16, know that boy is a girl, he a pick me up
Yo, I'm thinking I need me a pick me up
I don't got a car, cause she hit me up
If you want it back, I got a semi-truck
Calling up, make some pink, come on

What's up, get up, like bow, bow, bow
I'll f*ck your bitch and I don't give a f*ck
I'll buy some diamonds instead of a truck
Never cut like her, it reminds me of me, took

You cannot fly away, you better duck
Post up a high, we gon' f*ck this shit up
Holding a one and a six and a cut
This shit so nasty, I might just stay up

She more like a pet to me, never a bug
What the f*ck, what the f*ck, what the f*ck
Okay, bitch, what the f*ck, what the f*ck, what the f*ck, huh
Bitch, what the f*ck, what the f*ck, what the f*ck

Okay, bitch, what the f*ck, what the f*ck, what the f*ck, huh
Bitch, what the f*ck, you get shot, you get shot, bop
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Writer: Christopher Moore, Adam Acosta-Kee
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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