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yung booke - yo go lyrics

jumped up off tha porch & i went datway
speeding doin tha whole dash on tha e way
if it ain’t no gang i’m in a game tho like ea
no small change these balmains cost me 3k
rollie is on me take a picture
i can’t be f-cking them b-tches off instagram
i gotta keep it professional
i’m tryna k!ll my compet-tor
poppin these percs , eating edibles
i tote this stick like a western
you n-gg-s get hit wit tha rest of it
all i see is prophets
soljia but dont re pocket, take some out then re rock it
this water out tha clean faucet
i ain’t never seen no drought
b-tch i’m reppin gang gang
i been ballin so hard imma need some rogaine
drippin i’m fresher then soap
imma control no remote
this dough on tha flo
then put tha game in a yoke
i wear my chains every where that i go
yo hand get blew off you eva reach for my throat
hit tha gas then it sped off
got yo b-tch off in my car tryna suck my leg off
i remember runnin from tha red dog
this a dirty dirty game you gotta play it raw
rob then shoot you
drippin in gucci
salute me or shoot me
they say i’m tha coolest my life is a movie
lights camera action ok we rolling
imma f-ck her after i’m done p-ss her to brodie

yo go now
yo go now
really really litty & yo so turned down
yo go now yo go now yo go now
big homie say he down
he told me hold it down
i tote them racks like a visa
woke up today feeling evil
stuff my backwood wit some diesel
i’m lookin for teq tequila
sippin on syrup by tha litter
ride wit some racks & just ems
im having pills pounds & percs
water be drippin all over my shirt
know you can’t enter before you get searched
play wit tha uno you gonna get murked
i don’t know why that b-tch think that she a diva
dont wanna f-ck on that lil bih or eat her
shot at my her brother with my dirty nena
left his -ss high like a fever
miss me wit that capp sh-t
like f-ck all this rappin sh-t
get momma out that trap sh-t
name hold more weight then a fat b-tch
i’ve been sippin syrup tryna calm my nerves all bout a bird
get caught on my turf
get you murked put you on a shirt
big difference i’m really tha sh-t and you just a t-rd
hit sent it & imma give a bag to whoeva get em first
big pimpin 50 racks up in my bit designer purse
diamonds sittin so icey like gucci mane they yelling brrrrr
b-tch i’m way cooler 600 shots on any block
if you ever play with suga
6tray my lil loc you know we neighborhood troopin
we active with them ratchets get tha clapping at yo shooters
yo go now
yo go now
really really litty & you so turned down
yo go now yo go now yo go now
big homie say he down
he told me hold it down
i tote them racks like a visa
woke up today feeling evil
stuff my backwood wit some diesel
i’m lookin for teq tequila
sippin on syrup by tha litter
ride wit some racks & just ems

- yung booke lyrics

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