Yung Booke - Yo Go lyrics

Jumped up off tha porch & I went datway
Speeding doin tha whole dash on tha e way
If it ain’t no gang I’m in a game tho like EA
No small change these Balmains cost me 3k
Rollie is on me take a picture
I can’t be fucking them bitches off Instagram
I gotta keep it professional
I’m tryna kill my competitor
Poppin these percs, eating edibles
I tote this stick like a western
You niggas get hit wit tha rest of it
All I see is prophets
Soljia but don't re pocket
Take some out then re rock it
This water out tha clean faucet
I Ain’t never seen no drought
Bitch I’m reppin gang gang
I been ballin so hard imma need some rogaine
Drippin I’m fresher then soap
Imma control no remote this dough on tha flo
Then put tha game in a yoke
I wear my chains every where that I go
Yo hand get blew off you
Eva reach for my throat
Hit tha gas then it sped off
Got yo bitch off in my car
Tryna suck my leg off
I remember runnin from tha red dog
This a dirty dirty game you gotta play it raw
Rob then shoot you drippin in Gucci
Salute me or shoot me
They say I’m tha coolest my life is a movie
Lights camera action ok we rolling
Imma fuck her after I’m done
Pass her to brodie

Yo Go Now yo Go Now
Really Really litty & yo so turned down
Yo Go Now Yo Go Now Yo Go Now
Big homie say he down
He told me hold it down
I tote them racks like a visa
Woke up today feeling evil
Stuff my backwood wit some diesel
I’m lookin for teq Tequila
Sippin on syrup by tha litter
Ride wit some racks & just ems

Im having Pills pounds & percs
Water be drippin all over my shirt
Know you can’t enter before you get searched
Play wit tha Uno you gonna get murked
I don’t know why that bitch
Think that she a diva
Don't wanna fuck on that lil bih or eat her
Shot at my her brother with my dirty nena
Left his ass high like a fever
Miss me wit that capp shit
Like Fuck all this rappin shit
Get momma out that trap shit
Name Hold more weight then a fat bitch
I’ve been sippin syrup tryna calm my
Nerves all bout a bird get caught on my Turf
Get you murked put you on a shirt
Big difference I’m really tha shit
And you just a turd
Hit sent it & imma give a
Bag to whoeva get em first
Big pimpin 50 racks up in
My bit designer purse
Diamonds sittin so icey like Gucci
Mane they yelling brrrrr
Bitch I’m way cooler 600 shots on any block
If you ever play with suga
6Tray my lil loc you
Know we neighborhood troopin
We active with them ratchets get
Tha clapping at yo shooters

Yo Go Now Yo Go Now
Really Really litty & you so turned down
Yo Go Now Yo Go Now Yo Go Now
Big homie say he down
He told me hold it down
I tote them racks like a visa
Woke up today feeling evil
Stuff my backwood wit some diesel
I’m lookin for teq Tequila
Sippin on syrup by tha litter
Ride wit some racks & just ems