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bando gz - on go lyrics

on go lyrics
[intro]
(you know borleone shot this sh+t)
lil brodie ain’t scared to blow
i told him to hold me
(?)
we get into a situation, uh, he flock
(yo jij turn it up)
but he dont speak on that tho

[chorus: face mob, bando]
lil’ brodie on go, lil’ brodie wanna tote
i told him wait dont stop just throw, throw, throw
hit him right in his throat
and no no we don’t trust a soul
i was posted with that sh+t up in my coat
and i put that on bro
they know my n+ggas stay on go
rpt we run the city we ain’t stressin’ ’bout no hoes

[verse 1: face mob]
no we ain’t stressin’ ’bout no hoes
we just f+ck her then we go
lil’ brodie scoring like he ross
and know i’m shootin’ through the coat
seen a opp in traffic, he had it on him and he froze
i been sanctioned i don’t wanna be seen
so many white sheets my heart is crack like it’s concrete
i seen my homiе catch cofie
dont ask no questions i dont know he put my feelings on a bеat
i’m from the trenches they the 4’s you be a savage
dead broke remember days when i ain’t have it
now i’m living lavish, 18 for the patek
seen you n+ggas eating had my stomach doing backflips
i get the money i keep adding
no new friends in my circle, fake friends get subtracted
he acting tough oh, we gon’ blast him
leave him dead in that street man that scene was all tragic
[chorus: face mob, bando]
lil’ brodie on go, lil’ brodie wanna tote
i told him wait dont stop just throw, throw, throw
hit him right in his throat
and no no we don’t trust a soul
i was posted with that sh+t up in my coat
and i put that on bro
they know my n+ggas stay on go
rpt we run the city we ain’t stressin’ ’bout no hoes

[verse 2: bando]
and n+ggas know we die oz
i gotta rest the belt down and still be buggin’ with the pole
any situation we won’t fold
still free the guys thats doing time up in rock the and in the [?]
but n+ggas steady plottin’, i can’t go
and i’d risk it all for my bro
f+ck, a, heavy heart my sh+t cold
send a shot through a o, cheerio
they know we different pull up and get to clippin’
no we ain’t missing my shooters on a mission
f+ck spin we blitzing dont lack and dont be slippin’
[?] keep cl!ckin’ just make sure you hit him
we soon be on at the top, while them n+ggas on the news
was posted on the block kept my chop in my shoe
cause i know them n+ggas praying that they catch me by the school
they can’t trick me out my spot i can’t go out like no fool
[chorus: face mob, bando]
lil’ brodie on go, lil’ brodie wanna tote
i told him wait dont stop just throw, throw, throw
hit him right in his throat
and no no we don’t trust a soul
i was posted with that sh+t up in my coat
and i put that on bro
they know my n+ggas stay on go
rpt we run the city we ain’t stressin’ ’bout no hoes

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