Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Go Wherever, artist - Jay Critch.
Date of issue: 04.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Go Wherever |
Shooters wearing all black they tryna finish you |
I been chasin the bag since I was in middle school |
And they still doing bad, these niggas miserable |
I don’t care bout these jewlery |
We still in the trenches |
It could go wherever |
We still movin reckless |
He think he drippin, well we gon slide in and drench ya |
Make it rain on these bitches we hit the club and drench ya |
Shit that I experiance got me movin different |
Some of our brothers gone and the hood miss em |
Keep it real on all my songs I know the hood listen |
Hit a stain late night, we completing missions |
They tryna tell us how to move but we ain’t listen |
He caught a case right after school judge ain’t dismissing |
Bail fifty thou and he ain’t got no digits |
Where is everyone now when it come down to business |
We bailed him out he went right in the system |
When it all falls down watch how they switch on you |
One hundred thou stacked in the living room |
They gon still talk down wether you win or lose |
I never follow the crowd im in a visioul |
My shooter running them down and he ain’t missing you |
We lay them down on the ground like he was pigeon food |
We got the same choppers you prolly see in the news |
Sound like a helicopter landin when we spin it trough |
Don’t want no favour niggas act like they invented you |
Im off these papers now it’s really time to make em move |
Im in a penthouse with two baddies they identical |
Girl I might fuck with you now, but I ain’t in to you |
Shooters wearing all black they tryna finish you |
I been chasin the bag since I was in middle school |
And they still doing bad, these niggas miserable |
I don’t care bout these jewlery |
We still in the trenches |
It could go wherever |
We still movin reckless |
He think he drippin, well we gon slide in and drench ya |
Make it rain on these bitches we hit the club and drench ya |
Shit that I experiance got me movin different |
Some of our brothers gone and the hood miss em |
Keep it real on all my songs I know the hood listen |
Hit a stain late night, we completing missions |
They tryna tell us how to move but we ain’t listen |