Lyrics Go In - Molly Brazy, Rocaine, Feez Money

Go In

I’m a gangsta, I ain’t even gotta talk about it
So soon as i pull up in the parking lot, All the broads start to jock
Plus I hang with a pack of gorillas, Nowadays niggas snitch so I be smacking
these niggas
Damn
And you know I had to brag a little, Different color diamonds in my watch look
like a bag of skittles
And you know I’m shinning tight
Keep the Glock on my llama sight, Cause I’m selling China white
Nigga
So holla if you need crack to sell
I’m a shoot it out with police before i go back to jail
You think I’m soft
Try me then
And I don’t like talk
I’m a leave you stretch on the ground outline in white chalk
Now I got yo fam lined up, Tryna find out where the cake stashed
AK’s
Bared face
Muthafuckas face smashed
Who ever talk gone get it first cause I hate snitches
They gone straight in the ally with your face missing
I wake up in the morning everyday
Count K nigga
Like a fat bitch, I got a whole lotta weight nigga
All my hoes bad
Need a bag, I’m a cost ya bandz
I ain’t go to school nigga, But I’m still doing math
I was in the cut, Where was you?
I don’t even know
Me and muthafucking dough, I don’t need hoes
I don’t give a fuck if I’m getting sleeped on
Fuck rap
I’m in the trap, I got 3 phones
I don’t never answer calls, For these broads, I’m a fucking dog
Can you spend the night?
Hell naw
Bitch at the alarm
Phone trapping so fucking hard, It ain’t even charged
Bitches dead at the bar, Kill him at the car
AK’s for you fuck face
New Ye’s sold at MJ
Car race in the boats from CA
Roommates, Fuck the DEA
Dope case, Fuck court
Come chase me, bad grades
OG’s no A’s
I ain’t with hating shit
I’m tryna touch M’s
Got pictures for the pressure, I keep my lips sealed
Applying pressure to these bitches, They don’t like that
Yeah
I spend it, I spend it, I’ll get it right back
It’s time to get this money together, But all you rather hate
I don’t chase shit but the money, So I paper chase
Slide down yo block, Ro bussing out the window
Hunnid round drum in his hand
That ain’t no fucking filer
50 misses
You think you safe in that vest huh?
Headshots
We ain’t aiming at your chest nigga
My nigga shoot when I say, Ain’t gotta throw em shit
Don’t hesitate
They trigger happy, Bitch it’s over with
He wanna talk about our future, About time I ain’t spending
I’m counting cheese nigga
Wait a muthafucking minute
Lil icy bitch
I ain’t the flashy type
Slide down the block in yo hood, Rocking all my ice
Why you mad?
Get some money bitch
Don’t do no dumb shit
You gone end up on my knock up list
Boom, Boom, Boom