Oh (uh), oh
Hello? ({?})
I can’t hear you, what’d you say?
(what’s up?)
I’m just recording right now, i’ma call you right back (okay)
They put the racks and they count up in cali
If she bring it back i ain’t doin’ the dash
You put up a half so just try to be mad at me
I could survive which was part of the plan
You know i’m ballin’ like i’m at the madame
In front of the haters in front of the fans
She giving me brain like my place an academy
If you need a tape then i need an advance
I been in the trap and the buckets keep calling me
Man i couldn’t lie, i might do it again
Wait, you remember them n#gg#s that doubted me?
I’m lookin’ right through ’em in cartier lens
Round of applause and n#gg#s gettin’ clappеd
I’m thinkin’ of ways to get to the bag
If i’m in a race i ain’t coming last
If hе in my way then he gettin’ passed
And she a lil’ ho, she f#ck for the bag
And cro’ on the road, he on your #ss
Wrist lookin’ like glass
More than a brick, more than a shaft
Breakin’ the piece and i’m crushing the pack
Used to wear the same beat everyday in the trap
Used to sell the same bean everyday for bag
On the north of the jane where we keepin’ them straps
Here it goes, i wanna blow
I wanna know what i’m meant to do
He took a l, that how life goes
We gonna win, ain’t tryna lose
I’m in the field, i got nothin’ to prove
Say he a shooter and he ain’t even shoot (shoot)
You super cap, you ain’t tellin’ the truth
.223 and fn make a n#gg# go, “poof”
Here it goes, i wanna blow
I wanna know what i’m meant to do
He took a l, that how life goes
We gonna win, ain’t tryna lose
I’m in the field, i got nothin’ to prove
Say he a shooter and he ain’t even shoot (shoot)
You super cap, you ain’t tellin’ the truth
.223 and fn make a n#gg# go, “poof”
She wanna go, she wanna take it all over the globe
I got them shooters movin’ like it’s call of duty ’cause they goin’ crazy with the scopes
I’m on the road, anybody f#ckin’ with me, you know they gettin’ peter roe’d
’cause that was my brodie, you n#gg#s dissin’ up the crodie, you know that i’m clutchin’ the 4
60k, 7, my b#tch off the .40, i’m poppin’ with denim, you know that i got it
I’m not a banker to none of my opps but i promise them n#gg#s gon’ owe me deposits
He go to trip and then chill check it
Say he ain’t loaded but still check it
I know he watching us stuntin’ from heaven
All of my watches, they bustin’ in heaven
Ain’t nobody finna run up, i’m steppin’
b#tch, i’m in charge, 107k large
You know i gave tears to the reverend
All of the shootings and robberies we do inside of my hood, my n#gg#s need repentance
Can’t buy no cuban bust down with no pendants
They wanna give me 22 the sentence, ayy
I told them crackers holler back when they be sober
I smoke so much dope that i still feel like i’m sober
Balling in these b#tches hole like a golfer
b#tch, b#tch, big roast with the chauffeur
Here it goes, i wanna blow
I wanna know what i’m meant to do
He took a l, that how life goes
We gonna win, ain’t tryna lose
I’m in the field, i got nothin’ to prove
Say he a shooter and he ain’t even shoot (shoot)
You super cap, you ain’t tellin’ the truth
.223 and fn make a n#gg# go, “poof”
Here it goes, i wanna blow
I wanna know what i’m meant to do
He took a l, that how life goes
We gonna win, ain’t tryna lose
I’m in the field, i got nothin’ to prove
Say he a shooter and he ain’t even shoot (shoot)
You super cap, you ain’t tellin’ the truth
.223 and fn make a n#gg# go, “poof”
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Houdini Lyrics – Here It Go