CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Go time
(Yo gwop you making beats again)
(Gang)
Loading up my block b*t*h it’s go time
Spin a n***a block spin it 4 times
When I up this b*t*h it hit your face bet it blow yo mind
Or I could just hit you in your mouth no more telling lies
n***as they be dissing on the net until we hawk them down
We gone have to slide down ya block you hear the
Choppa sounds
N my n***as[?..] we wit it’s time to bust his fitted
n***as they be b*t*hing and snitching they need some f**king help
People d**k riding it’s not good for your f**king health
All my n***as kicking like karate b*t*h we black belt
Told Tone park the lack we gone have to hop out
All my n***as bussing no discussion, Reem he get the clutching
Quizzy on go one call and we get the dumping
Ops be dissing on the gang so we gone walk it down
22gang b*t*h that’s the name we don’t play about
Caught [...?] and he ran but he wan talk now(shhh)
How n***as say they want some smoke man we gone hawk em down
b*t*h sh*t, man that could never be the clique 22 be the gang we really stepping on sh*t
Pulled up, try catch his ass he was too quick
Hollows Tips gone brake his skinny ass like a tooth pick
And that n***a cuffed up with a thot like she don’t chew d**k (she a thot)
And my n***as serving by the once you b*t*hes move nic’s
Posted on your block til 12o’clock might take a group flick
Then we caught fat boy running b*t*h we stomped em out
n***as lock they doors when we pulled up to his momma house
Every time we see you, b*t*h you running what is that about?
n***as rap cap, that’s a fact and we spinning back
Should’ve never said my name in that (...?) rap
We gone slide through and hit ya ass in the f**king back
Yea we got them .223’s they gone blick you up
Told your b*t*h to slide through she gone chew me up
And my n***as sliding down your block with a 40 stick
And I got a blicky in the cut I’ma shoot that sh*t
Mask up, all black, make his ass a f**king pack
I be in the trap b*t*h I’m feeling good
Loading up this Mac wish a n***a would
Push a n***a back leave em in the mud
Brand new Glock with a laser that’s my night eye
Walk up hit you with this laser that’s a facetime
b*t*h we sippin act in this cup this ain’t red wine
Caught [.....] had em jumping fences like it’s track time
All my n***as stacking up that chicken b*t*h it’s bread time
f**k up on ya b*t*h put her to sleep Just like it’s bed time
f**ked Scratch b*t*h in her house pass her bed time
After that told her no chilling b*t*h it’s head time
Hit em in his sh*t, yea I’m calling that a FaceTime
f**k up on ya b*t*h you know I don’t like to FaceTime
Spinning n***as block, yea I’m calling that a rewind
Big mike on the block hangin with that big nine
You said you want some smoke, yea they call a n***a drill time
And b*t*h we gone slide and bang sh*t cause we heard it’s drill time
All my n***as with it and we posted on that front line
All my n***as cooking sh*t up like we Popeyes
And I got a Glock wit a laser that b*t*h got eyes
50 shot Glock hit his head, hit his hairline
Catch one of you n***as then we all gone book a Airline
Ran on your mans, say You “Savage” I ain’t buying it
n***as they be talking hella rec, but don’t be trying it
Catch you in that whip, flip that sh*t b*t*h we frying it
n***a you a b*t*h, ain’t on sh*t you be hiding it
We don’t never see you on that strip, b*t*h we sliding it
(Gang)
Loading up my block b*t*h it’s go time
Spin a n***a block spin it 4 times
When I up this b*t*h it hit your face bet it blow yo mind
Or I could just hit you in your mouth no more telling lies
n***as they be dissing on the net until we hawk them down
We gone have to slide down ya block you hear the
Choppa sounds
N my n***as[?..] we wit it’s time to bust his fitted
n***as they be b*t*hing and snitching they need some f**king help
People d**k riding it’s not good for your f**king health
All my n***as kicking like karate b*t*h we black belt
Told Tone park the lack we gone have to hop out
All my n***as bussing no discussion, Reem he get the clutching
Quizzy on go one call and we get the dumping
Ops be dissing on the gang so we gone walk it down
22gang b*t*h that’s the name we don’t play about
Caught [...?] and he ran but he wan talk now(shhh)
How n***as say they want some smoke man we gone hawk em down
b*t*h sh*t, man that could never be the clique 22 be the gang we really stepping on sh*t
Pulled up, try catch his ass he was too quick
Hollows Tips gone brake his skinny ass like a tooth pick
And that n***a cuffed up with a thot like she don’t chew d**k (she a thot)
And my n***as serving by the once you b*t*hes move nic’s
Posted on your block til 12o’clock might take a group flick
Then we caught fat boy running b*t*h we stomped em out
n***as lock they doors when we pulled up to his momma house
Every time we see you, b*t*h you running what is that about?
n***as rap cap, that’s a fact and we spinning back
Should’ve never said my name in that (...?) rap
We gone slide through and hit ya ass in the f**king back
Yea we got them .223’s they gone blick you up
Told your b*t*h to slide through she gone chew me up
And my n***as sliding down your block with a 40 stick
And I got a blicky in the cut I’ma shoot that sh*t
Mask up, all black, make his ass a f**king pack
I be in the trap b*t*h I’m feeling good
Loading up this Mac wish a n***a would
Push a n***a back leave em in the mud
Brand new Glock with a laser that’s my night eye
Walk up hit you with this laser that’s a facetime
b*t*h we sippin act in this cup this ain’t red wine
Caught [.....] had em jumping fences like it’s track time
All my n***as stacking up that chicken b*t*h it’s bread time
f**k up on ya b*t*h put her to sleep Just like it’s bed time
f**ked Scratch b*t*h in her house pass her bed time
After that told her no chilling b*t*h it’s head time
Hit em in his sh*t, yea I’m calling that a FaceTime
f**k up on ya b*t*h you know I don’t like to FaceTime
Spinning n***as block, yea I’m calling that a rewind
Big mike on the block hangin with that big nine
You said you want some smoke, yea they call a n***a drill time
And b*t*h we gone slide and bang sh*t cause we heard it’s drill time
All my n***as with it and we posted on that front line
All my n***as cooking sh*t up like we Popeyes
And I got a Glock wit a laser that b*t*h got eyes
50 shot Glock hit his head, hit his hairline
Catch one of you n***as then we all gone book a Airline
Ran on your mans, say You “Savage” I ain’t buying it
n***as they be talking hella rec, but don’t be trying it
Catch you in that whip, flip that sh*t b*t*h we frying it
n***a you a b*t*h, ain’t on sh*t you be hiding it
We don’t never see you on that strip, b*t*h we sliding it
