Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Go In , by - Molly Brazy. Release date: 30.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |