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Description
Producer: EJ Stellar
Composer: EJ Stellar
Lyricist: Da'mario Donshay Horne-McCullough
Lyricist: Ernest Adams
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah, gasp, gasp, huh.
I go lamb chop, I go chrome socks, I go chrome Glock, I go gold pot, I go dark. Boy, I'm having no opps. I go four pops, I go four watches.
I go five diamond links, but you nobody.
I go one carat each ear, twenty-four thousand a piece. I go three. I go activist in red, I go green.
Yeah.
I went Manny, I go FBL. I go five million dollars that I made in jail.
This went red, I can't believe you said they made in jail. I go whole Bellagi, I go break the scale. I go Escalade V, but I ain't with
Trem. I go wifey 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 Planet Quay and I drink every drop. I never stop.
They made a big mistake when they let me out. I'll break this down to rocks and go granny house.
I go one-fifty for my brother lawyer to let my family out.
She used to love my draw, 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 twenty K for this fit, I ain't even count the jewelry, ugh.
I go AP for the watch, I don't know why niggas curious, ugh.
I go LT for the coupe, I pull up fast and furious, ugh. I go red guts on the seat like the bitch somehow period, ugh.
I went top floor on the pent so the opp boy can't get near me, ugh.
I went chrome heart for the jeans, no these are not Amiri.
If I do the crime, I do the time, no I won't drop a tear, ugh, ugh, ugh.
I went mine records, and I'm fresh up out a jet, they say we flying reverence, ugh. I went plane crash in the slap, it got me flying better.
I go thirty in a pop, I feel it slide better, ugh.
I go fat bitch in my lap, think she's a BB yeller, ugh. I go rash then hit her, pat on printed together, ugh.
I go foreign bitch, I'm still me, her at the telly, ugh. I go Sprite the beverage, ugh.
I go wet that Ciroc cup, I don't need no water to tell it, ugh.
I go Glock you, bend that buck, I sense I sent a milli.
I go ham sandwich in my pocket like I work the deli. I go six K for the FO1s, it's like I signed a Nelly