Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Goin On, artist - ASCO. Date of issue: 27.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Goin On |
| Da-da-dun, Da-da-dun |
| I could tell, I could tell, I could tell |
| Trap, Trap |
| Did it all for the Mulli' |
| Trap, Aye |
| All for the Mulli' |
| I probably had a Nina with pengers, before the drought touched (normal) |
| That shit don’t affect us, my niggas trappers, that’s word to my nigga Trajus |
| Round of applause, them niggas’ll clap 'em |
| And none of my niggas talking, whenever the feds grab 'em |
| Cause none of my niggas snitching (nope) |
| If I said it, I done did it And I vouch for my niggas that really live it Spazzin' on these tracks for them niggas that's really living it Motivate the trappers, 'cause out here we really getting it You're a stone cold hater |
| if you ain't diggin' it Couldn't give a fuck, 'cause I gaurantee that you're missus is Meantime, I'm still in the Trizzy, getting my riches in And that's word to my nigga Ricky |
| My niggas go hard in the Trizzy, that’s word to LiLi |
| I run through half’a Brizzies, I get busy, hella nitties |
| Peng Grizzy, I lock my city nigga |
| I could tell ya' suttin’s been goin' on Keep a suttin', when nuttin' ain’t goin' on Tryna' travel all over the world and |
| Be in it for the money and girls dem |
| I’ve been under it, so deep |
| Belly touching my back for the whole week |
| I don’t watch face for the P’s |
| True man’s raised in the streets |
| I done studied my trizzy with like an 'O of peng |
| Double my re-up and then I go again |
| Niggas say they know a nigga, but I don’t be knowing them |
| Might just hit up my jeweller, and go and throw him 10 |
| Blowin' on gushers, while getting a killer uckers |
| 100 bags and up, and still up in the gutters |
| 100 grams, I’m up, I get it with my brothers |
| And I’ll never snake my brother, I put that on my mothers |
| And; |
| If I feel like suttin’s been going on |
| I’ma draw for the suttin nigga, nuttin' long |
| Fuck it; |
| outside with it, anyone can get it Stick filled to the brim, drill it with my nigga |
| Six in the spinner, still waiting up dinners |
| Reason I’m in bimmas, I swear my jewellery’s the trillest |
| These half-hearts, half stepping, they don’t get it Go-getters, go and get it, we ain’t pettin', nigga |
| I could tell ya' suttin’s been goin' on Keep a suttin', when nuttin' ain’t goin' on Tryna' travel all over the world and |
| Be in it for the money and girls dem |
| I’ve been under it, so deep |
| Belly touching my back for the whole week |
| I don’t watch face for the P’s |
| True man’s raised in the streets |
| I could tell you suttin’s been goin' on- |
| Tryna' travel all over the world and |
| Be in it for the money and girls dem |
| I’ve been under it, so deep- |
| I don’t watch face for the P’s |
| True man’s raised in the streets |