CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Give & Go
You know rell on the beat boy
Rell on the beat
I know what you want b*t*h
Nuh uh
Woo
Reminiscing bout my pa** need to let it go
I had let yo b*t*h go
I had to let my momma know
That I hit this road
I can’t sit at home
I found a turn around
It’s a give & go
Set the play for my mans that’s a pick & roll
Spinned the f**k out yo b*t*h she a dizzy hoe
Yo money train slow where yo onion roll
You brought the sh*t out
You ain’t gone spend it tho
Got the b*t*h screaming
Like Gerinamo
Get the b*t*h up out her clothes we lit up like July 4
Get this money easy
I can do it with a blind fold
Curtis Jackson for them
Oh yeah them heavy pros
Big ree just spent a hunnit on a rose gold
Made yo b*t*h touch her toes for these long pros
Make her take her bra off keep her thong on
When it’s pressure time
Boy strap yo nuts on
F**k around we gone turn you to a doctor patient
I heard that you been tryna tell the operation
Lil brodie just sent out a heavy load
I had to get some tee grizzleys on that road
Third double back just in one week
B*t*h you know i love copping they don’t front me
F**king n***as auntys she don’t done unked me
Boo I’m 30 off the yard
You should want me
Heavy traffic medication sealed up in plastic
Dead faces for the money cause a lot of clashes
Treat these pussies like Ca**ius & put em they a**es
These pussies n***as broke
Get these pussies n***as cast’s
F**king with the broke
Make the rich mad
Keep on playing with my pu**y & get b*t*h smacked
Twenty every other day
Can’t even risk that
Said they all gone
Well n***a bring that sh*t back
I just made sixteen pros off a thousand pack
You should of saw my face when it got back
N***as Twitter beef
We ain’t into that
Got some choppas for the problems
Call it fix a flat
A n***a if it’s a problem
We a pull down
Point a finger get a pu**y n***a gun
This choppa & AR
Got a dumb sound
Shoot them b*t*hes both together
That’s a drum line
Nick cannon in this b*t*h
We don’t read music
Big cannon in this b*t*h
Got a theme to it
Mariah Carey with this choppa
Make it sing to ya
50 bands on ya head
Make yo mans do it
Shiit 50 Bands I’ll prolly kill for that
Last time was 10 n***a
What you think I did for that
Sh*t got dropped
Like 4 in pops
It wasn’t no sympathy
When it come to that gwap
A hunnit shots
We shooting everything
Prolly ain’t gone see me when i touch
I got to hug this road that’s a must
I got to bring the pole when touch
I got to send a load double up
He can’t hand wit us if he don’t bust
She can’t come around if she don’t f**k
Bro been tryna put me on the duntch
I been on the block tryna run it up
Rell on the beat
I know what you want b*t*h
Nuh uh
Woo
Reminiscing bout my pa** need to let it go
I had let yo b*t*h go
I had to let my momma know
That I hit this road
I can’t sit at home
I found a turn around
It’s a give & go
Set the play for my mans that’s a pick & roll
Spinned the f**k out yo b*t*h she a dizzy hoe
Yo money train slow where yo onion roll
You brought the sh*t out
You ain’t gone spend it tho
Got the b*t*h screaming
Like Gerinamo
Get the b*t*h up out her clothes we lit up like July 4
Get this money easy
I can do it with a blind fold
Curtis Jackson for them
Oh yeah them heavy pros
Big ree just spent a hunnit on a rose gold
Made yo b*t*h touch her toes for these long pros
Make her take her bra off keep her thong on
When it’s pressure time
Boy strap yo nuts on
F**k around we gone turn you to a doctor patient
I heard that you been tryna tell the operation
Lil brodie just sent out a heavy load
I had to get some tee grizzleys on that road
Third double back just in one week
B*t*h you know i love copping they don’t front me
F**king n***as auntys she don’t done unked me
Boo I’m 30 off the yard
You should want me
Heavy traffic medication sealed up in plastic
Dead faces for the money cause a lot of clashes
Treat these pussies like Ca**ius & put em they a**es
These pussies n***as broke
Get these pussies n***as cast’s
F**king with the broke
Make the rich mad
Keep on playing with my pu**y & get b*t*h smacked
Twenty every other day
Can’t even risk that
Said they all gone
Well n***a bring that sh*t back
I just made sixteen pros off a thousand pack
You should of saw my face when it got back
N***as Twitter beef
We ain’t into that
Got some choppas for the problems
Call it fix a flat
A n***a if it’s a problem
We a pull down
Point a finger get a pu**y n***a gun
This choppa & AR
Got a dumb sound
Shoot them b*t*hes both together
That’s a drum line
Nick cannon in this b*t*h
We don’t read music
Big cannon in this b*t*h
Got a theme to it
Mariah Carey with this choppa
Make it sing to ya
50 bands on ya head
Make yo mans do it
Shiit 50 Bands I’ll prolly kill for that
Last time was 10 n***a
What you think I did for that
Sh*t got dropped
Like 4 in pops
It wasn’t no sympathy
When it come to that gwap
A hunnit shots
We shooting everything
Prolly ain’t gone see me when i touch
I got to hug this road that’s a must
I got to bring the pole when touch
I got to send a load double up
He can’t hand wit us if he don’t bust
She can’t come around if she don’t f**k
Bro been tryna put me on the duntch
I been on the block tryna run it up
