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yid - on go lyrics

[verse 1: yid]
shooters on go
i just gotta make a call, n+gga
slimmy b, sob, my motherf+cking dawg, n+gga
caine city til i die, we don’t f+ck with y’all, n+gga
tryna get my bands up, yeah, i just wanna ball, n+gga
if a n+gga f+ck with me, and bodies dropping, n+gga
and it’s f+ck them if them n+ggas, they ain’t rocking with us
we got glocks, and you know we got them choppers with us
no, i don’t think they want a problem with us

[verse 2: slimmy b]
n+ggas say they want a problem, want no smoke
all this money [?] but got no [?]
hit her from the back, got her in a chokehold
vvs got a n+gga neck so cold
gucci on me head to toe, this ain’t no polo
n+ggas hear a football number, then turn po+po
i get on a n+gga head, like a gopro
tryna sn+tch a chain, catch these bullets like [?]

[verse 3: yid]
i’ve been o.t., n+gga, ‘causе the block hot
all my n+ggas in the hood, with them glocks c+ckеd
we want all the smoke, like a hot box
and that chopper make a p+ssy n+gga hop scotch
yellow tape, homicide, when an opp drop
we just ran a n+gga b+tch, she a thot thot
i’ma keep this sh+t lit, b+tch, i’m not stopping
gotta watch how i move, ’cause the cops watching
[verse 4: slimmy b]
gotta watch my every move, ’cause them boys lerking
if a n+gga [?] then that boy [?]
we the motherf+cking wave, all these boys surfing
and when it come to busting glocks, all you n+ggas virjins
when it’s money on the floor, you can’t be lazy
cut a couple n+ggas off, since they fugazy
f+ck a b+tch, chase a bag, that’s my mood daily
ruth’s chris for my meal, i spent 280

[verse 5: yid]
every n+gga that’s around me, i’ma bust for
all my n+ggas shooters, yeah, i’m talking real cutthroat
we ain’t shooting from a block away, no, we up close
when i’m done with you, you can let my brothers f+ck, ho
some fishy sh+t going on, something smell funny
shout out my b+tch for coming through with that bail money
they had a young n+gga bail way at 30,000
this for them youngings in the field, with them 30’s wilding

[verse 6: slimmy b]
if i ain’t got that pole on me, i bet yid do
if them suckas fly down, i bet yid shoot
got no sympothy for n+ggas, and they b+tch too
put them glocks up, now i’m [?] 62
[?] just poured a whole 4, in a big blue
all these bands, it ain’t sh+t to make your b+tch choose
got [?] b+tch, i can’t lose
watch your friends, ’cause every n+gga round you ain’t cool
[verse 7: yid]
b+tch, all you do is gosep, go and get a check
headshot, chest shot, go and get a vest
[?] n+ggas knowing that we in [?]
and this sh+t [?] b+tch, this sh+t [?]
caine city, h.n.m., n+gga, f+ck the rest
50 sh+lls on the scene, tried to end them n+ggas
ask about us, yeah, b+tch, we been them n+ggas
i got shooters on go, and i’ll send them n+ggas

[verse 8: slimmy b]
got that snake on my neck, i ain’t talking gucci
i don’t wanna f+ck your ho, that b+tch got the coodies
like a thick ghetto b+tch, that act bad and boujee
all diamonds on my wrist, these are not rubys
chopper have a n+gga singing like that n+gga lucci
bounce out and get to spending, i ain’t talking [?]
i hit a n+gga block up and shoot a movie
forgiatos on the benz, we don’t ride [?]
b+tch

- yid lyrics

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