Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Go Gettas , by - Statik Selektah. Release date: 07.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Go Gettas |
| Groundkeepers., let’s creep |
| Yeah |
| Son of a |
| Come on |
| Frozen face look at my wrist |
| Where the magic at |
| Pimp’s frost just fucked up |
| It’s where the ratchets at |
| On the track is where it happened, at the Blade |
| Bitches seranade my escapades outta Escalades |
| The nannies and Range Rover, high prince |
| Watch they swinging in the hood |
| That bitch nigga got the hot heads |
| Look at my iris |
| Pupils bloodshot like a drunk Iris |
| So far doing shots with the pilot |
| 30 000 feet reading 'bout the sky mall |
| But all I want is the asian flight attendant on my balls |
| Kaleidoscope diamonds, rollercoaster whips |
| Soon as you hit the bar, I’m at your table |
| Toasting with your bitch |
| Shoulda bought a bottle and just take a loss |
| Come around me with a hot head, I turn it into hot sauce |
| Blow your brains out your skull nigga, memory loss |
| Wise Peter, fucking pimp, truly yours |
| Bandana over the money stack |
| Bitch get my paper, coming running back (running back) |
| Look at little shorty with the hundred pack |
| He got dreams of sipping lean in the Cadillac |
| Had to tell him, living life as a felon |
| Ain’t all that it seemed to be |
| It’s even better |
| Pendants on your chain, diamonds in your favourite letters |
| Guns under the seat, the life of a go getta |
| Aargh, keep the door… |
| Great grimy tooth and nail |
| Serve me, play the ukelele while I’m doing rails |
| Bowl of escargot, oh I’m doimg snails |
| Used to sell crack, now I’m rapping and doing well |
| The best rapper out now |
| Next step is get capped and getting shot like Al-P |
| I’m not your mother fucking friend fam |
| Fuck the keeky keeky boom boom |
| When the flim flam? |
| I’m hot as creepers, creep the fho fho |
| I been bad |
| Let’s get physical, pull the pistol from my gym bag |
| You deserve to have felons carving up your face |
| Straight firm it down put gel in |
| This that g.m.r shit |
| Breathe these balls you need CPR bitch |
| The go gettas Sean |
| Niggas know better say low sweater on, (keep it on) |
| Bandana over the money stack |
| Bitch get my paper, coming running back (running back) |
| Look at little shorty with the hundred pack |
| He got dreams of sipping lean in the Cadillac |
| Had to tell him, living life as a felon |
| Ain’t all that it seemed to be |
| It’s even better |
| Pendants on your chain, diamonds in your favourite letters |
| Guns under the seat, the life of a go getta |
| Sing your songs of survival |
| A tower, over peons like the Eiffel |
| Triffle |
| Niggas I make 'em starve |
| Your fur’s too short to cop from the guard (keep it on) |
| No consignment, all c.o.d, the price is the price |
| That’s my t.a.g |
| It gets better, if you’re cop heavy |
| My old G’s been slinging dope since rocksteady |
| Aaaaah, I got the glow of the golden child |
| C sick, Queens, nigga should have been the poster child |
| Get caught up in my current, y’all niggas ain’t swimmers |
| It’s a major difference between me and beginners |
| Competitive 6 thrower, the G-spots know me |
| Your MCM call me big homie |
| 15 hundred for the Gucci attire |
| If the bag is right I make your hot shit fire (smoke) |
| Bandana over the money stack |
| Bitch get my paper, coming running back (running back) |
| Look at little shorty with the hundred pack |
| He got dreams of sipping lean in the Cadillac |
| Had to tell him, living life as a felon |
| Ain’t all that it seemed to be |
| It’s even better |
| Pendants on your chain, diamonds in your favourite letters |
| Guns under the seat, the life of a go getta |