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go yayo - whoa, pt. 2 lyrics

[intro: go yayo]
spit in a f-ck n-gga’s face, f-ck in the crib
b-tch
yeah, yeah, gang gang
whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
rich before 21 b-tch, yeah, a movie
f-ck n-gga (b-tch n-gga), b-tch n-gga (p-ssy n-gga)
p-ssy n-gga (ho n-gga, gang gang)

[chorus: go yayo]
whoa (whoa), whoa (whoa), whoa (whoa), whoa (wop)
whoa, whoa (drop), whoa, whoa (stop, gang)
b-tch we go hard for the glo (glo gang)
b-tch we trap right out the store (trap)
f-ck n-gga play he get smoked, yeah (brrt)
hundred round for a four, yeah (brrt)
whoa (whoa), whoa (whoa), whoa (whoa), whoa (wop)
whoa, whoa (drop), whoa, whoa (stop)
hoodfame gang on go (hoodfame)
bring it to a f-ck n-gga’s door
n-gga get smoked
good dope, trap gon’ roll (good dope)
big bankroll won’t fold, gang, gang (whoa)

[verse 1: g$ lil ronnie]
big bankroll don’t fold (nope)
trap stay open, don’t close (trap), ayy, ayy
good dope do jump rope (good dope)
smoke anything come close (ugh)
microwave blow (huh?)
i ain’t even usin’ no stove (nah)
balenciaga while i’m steppin’ on toes (what?)
designer drugs and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout clothes
everything i touch get sewed (yayo)

[verse 2: go yayo]
whoa whoa, go yayo on go
your b-tch, she in love with my glo (your b-tch)
f-ck n-gga play, get exposed
i’m with the sh-t, i won’t fold
strip a n-gga out his clothes
pop up with sticks just like whoa
extorting these rappers, they come to my city, pay tolls
i’m in your hood every day with that pole
you got shot by a b-tch then you went and you told (snitch), gang

[verse 3: go yayo]
good dope, big bank, leave a n-gga sh-t stained
feelin’ like the wop, n-gga walk around with ten chains (wop)
thousand dollar water like a motherf-ckin’ fish tank
a lot of these n-ggas be fake but my wrist ain’t
a lot of these n-ggas fugazi
just cuff her then youngin you crazy
i got that chopper, you know that the draco my baby
these n-ggas want smoke then we pop up, we blazin’

[verse 4: g$ lil ronnie]
pop up, we bangin’
shout out the stove and the streets, that’s what made me
still with them n-ggas that raised me
i tried, i tried, the touch couldn’t save ’em
became a lil’ demon, i’m straight out lil vegas
i’m plug and gangster related
i’m sippin’ that red, you’d think i got plug with satan (lean lean lean)
i get it, i hit it, i ship it to my haitians (gone)
take a lil trip with your b-tch, vacation
whoa, that’s how it go
all of my n-ggas on go, you know ain’t no waitin’ (nah)
losing that work like a n-gga lose patience (gone)
poppin’ up soon as you drop location (skrrt)
big old thooka give a lil’ n-gga facelift
don’t want your b-tch, she too basic (what?)
don’t wanna sip if i can’t buy no case (lean)
i don’t wanna mix it, i sip it, no chaser (ugh, ugh, ugh)

- go yayo lyrics

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