Matt OX, Tony Shhnow - Go! lyrics

(Purps on the beat)

Why they talk down on my name? I don't know
I don't like niggas, ain't no money
I don't go i'm twistin' up exotic
I could show you how to roll
This foreign push start, I hop inside
Then I go

Strap up your seatbelt
Clutching, blowing gas
Got more water than a seashell
I'm always on my job
I look like I'm fresh out detail
My bitch wine dutty
I been smoking like a Rasta
No plain Jane, told the jeweler helicopter
I don't want your dap, lil' nigga
I don't know you
You speaking on my name, get you template
No ProTools these VVs on me flawless
Ain't no touch 'cause all my niggas
Hold it like they called it
My fingers, they still itching
My addiction is to balling
I'm trapping in some sweats, I run the game
I am not jogging
No, I cannot lie, I stand on shit
But money falling put your all in
Diamonds piss, I'm the shit, save it
You could stall it i'm blowing on loud now
I can't hear you talking
Tell your promoter run them bands
If you want a walk-in
No money in your conversation
You should change the topic
I'm a fly life youngin, so my swag awesome
I got dreams of them blues
I just left Slauson shorty said she want a
Nigga with some benefit's bitch, I'm a dog
But I still ain't learned how to trick
I keep that fever 'cause these
Fuck niggas make me sick

Why they talk down on my name? I don't know
I don't like niggas, ain't no money
I don't go i'm twistin' up exotic
I could show you how to roll
This foreign push start, I hop inside
Then I go
Why they talk down on my name? I don't know
I don't like niggas, ain't no money
I don't go i'm twistin' up exotic
I could show you how to roll
This foreign push start, I hop inside
Then I go

You just want that hood fame
You ain't got no real gang
Those fake chains
You ain't got no real gang
Them fake friends
And that's fake bands, rocking fake brands
You ain't popping no tags, you got no bags
You got no drip, you got no swag
No, I won't slip, no, I won't slack
No cap on that, just facts
I'm flipping racks like packs
Flipping the racks like packs in the trap
Can't talk on my jack
I think that it's tapped

Why they talk down on my name? I don't know
I don't like niggas, ain't no money
I don't go i'm twistin' up exotic
I could show you how to roll
This foreign push start, I hop inside
Then I go
Why they talk down on my name? I don't know
I don't like niggas, ain't no money
I don't go i'm twistin' up exotic
I could show you how to roll
This foreign push start, I hop inside
Then I go