Lyrics to I Go
Yeah
Gaffle
Gaffle, alright
I go lamb chop, I go Chrome socks
I go chrome Glock, I go gold pop
I go dog shit, boy, I'm havin' no opps
I go four pops, I go four watches
I go five diamond links, what you know 'bout it?
I go one carat each ear, twenty-four thousand
A piece, nigga, I go three, nigga
I go Actavis and red, I go green, nigga
Yeah
I'm with Manny, I go FBL
I go five million dollars that I made in jail
This nigga went rat, I can't believe he said they made him tell
I go whole bale of 'za, I go break the scale
I go Escalade V, but I ain't with Trel
I go Wafi everything, I know y'all wish I stayed in jail
I go, I go
I go
I go five in a small pop, I go small Glock
Looking for them niggas, we go all spots
We hit every spot
I go pint of Quagen, I drink every drop
I'll never stop
They made a big mistake when they let me out
I'll break this bitch down to rocks and go granny house
I go one-fifty for my brother lawyer, let my family out
She used to love my drawers, she can't stand me now
I paid eight thousand for these pants, I didn't go hand-me-down
We came Draco in the club, you can't pat me down
I go all my trust in you and then you let me down, I'm gone
I go 20K for this 'fit, I ain't even count the jewelry
I go AP for the watch, I don't know why niggas curious, uh (Keep that)
I go AMG for the coupe, I'll pull up fast and furious, huh
I go red guts on the seat like the bitch is on her period, uh
I went top floor on the pent' so the opp boy can't get near me, uh
I went Chrome Heart for the jeans, no, these are not Amiris
If I do the crime, I'll do the time, no, I won't drop a tear
Uh, uh
I went M.I.N.E. Records, uh
And I'm fresh up out a jet, they say we flyin' records, uh
I went Plane Crash in the Slap', it got me flyin' better
I go thirty in the PAP, I feel it slide better, uh
I go fat ass in my lap, think she's a BBLer, uh
I go racks, then hit up Pat, I'm puttin' that shit together, uh
I go foreign bitch, I'm still meetin' her at the telly, uh
I go spiked-up beverage, uh
I go what that's in your cup? I don't even know what to tell it, uh
I go Glock, you better not buck, I send shots at your melon
I go ham sandwich in my pocket like I work the deli (Uh)
I go 60K for these Air Force 1s, it's like I signed to Nelly
Gaffle
Gaffle, alright
I go lamb chop, I go Chrome socks
I go chrome Glock, I go gold pop
I go dog shit, boy, I'm havin' no opps
I go four pops, I go four watches
I go five diamond links, what you know 'bout it?
I go one carat each ear, twenty-four thousand
A piece, nigga, I go three, nigga
I go Actavis and red, I go green, nigga
Yeah
I'm with Manny, I go FBL
I go five million dollars that I made in jail
This nigga went rat, I can't believe he said they made him tell
I go whole bale of 'za, I go break the scale
I go Escalade V, but I ain't with Trel
I go Wafi everything, I know y'all wish I stayed in jail
I go, I go
I go
I go five in a small pop, I go small Glock
Looking for them niggas, we go all spots
We hit every spot
I go pint of Quagen, I drink every drop
I'll never stop
They made a big mistake when they let me out
I'll break this bitch down to rocks and go granny house
I go one-fifty for my brother lawyer, let my family out
She used to love my drawers, she can't stand me now
I paid eight thousand for these pants, I didn't go hand-me-down
We came Draco in the club, you can't pat me down
I go all my trust in you and then you let me down, I'm gone
I go 20K for this 'fit, I ain't even count the jewelry
I go AP for the watch, I don't know why niggas curious, uh (Keep that)
I go AMG for the coupe, I'll pull up fast and furious, huh
I go red guts on the seat like the bitch is on her period, uh
I went top floor on the pent' so the opp boy can't get near me, uh
I went Chrome Heart for the jeans, no, these are not Amiris
If I do the crime, I'll do the time, no, I won't drop a tear
Uh, uh
I went M.I.N.E. Records, uh
And I'm fresh up out a jet, they say we flyin' records, uh
I went Plane Crash in the Slap', it got me flyin' better
I go thirty in the PAP, I feel it slide better, uh
I go fat ass in my lap, think she's a BBLer, uh
I go racks, then hit up Pat, I'm puttin' that shit together, uh
I go foreign bitch, I'm still meetin' her at the telly, uh
I go spiked-up beverage, uh
I go what that's in your cup? I don't even know what to tell it, uh
I go Glock, you better not buck, I send shots at your melon
I go ham sandwich in my pocket like I work the deli (Uh)
I go 60K for these Air Force 1s, it's like I signed to Nelly
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