Young Stoner Life, Young Thug & Meek Mill – That Go! (feat. T-Shyne) Lyrics

Young Stoner Life, Young Thug & Meek Mill – That Go! (feat. T-Shyne) Lyrics
That Go!
Young Stoner Life, Young Thug & Meek Mill (feat. T-Shyne)
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    "That Go!." - Young Stoner Life, Young Thug & Meek Mill (feat. T-Shyne)

    Album: Slime Language 2 (Deluxe)
    Track No: 30
    (Ayy, Yung, but he got that talent)
    (Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
    Yeah, this twenty a pill
    Ran up a check, get this Patek baguette, he made twenty more mill'
    Drop on the opp and then jump on the chopper and go to the Hills
    My youngin go Call of Duty with that chopper and he wanna kill
    Yeah, shitted on a ****, did it on purpose
    I tell my other bitch, "Go with my other bitch"
    Just to get my other bitch a new Birkin
    Pretty white toes, pussy was perfect
    Fuck in the back of the 'Bach with the curtains
    Fuck from the back and this bitch started squirtin'
    No, you didn't get this shit on my Persian, ooh
    Go get this bitch some new purses, cool
    I swipe my card, I don't feel it
    She had a lame, she healin'
    Now she on a plane, she chillin'
    And she post a pic on the 'Gram, you feel it?
    I know that **** wanna kill her 'cause she in a villa, going H.A.M. with tequila
    Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Jigga, woah
    Woah, this that go shit (Yeah)
    Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (Yeah)
    7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (And Trojans)
    It's like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in (Yeah, more in)
    Woah, this that go shit (That go shit)
    This that stunt on them ****, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
    My trap boomin', these **** out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion)
    Back in the day, we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Stolen, skrrt)
    Rolls-Royce truck with the freak of the week
    Chasin' her dreams, I'ma pass her to Meek (To Meek)
    ****, I'm a wolf, can't hang with the sheep (Can't hang with the sheep)
    Water on my neck, bought my chain at the beach (Let's go)
    Pull up to your block with a motherfuckin' thotty (Let's go)
    Every **** with me down to go and catch a body (Okay)
    Young **** trapping out a hotel lobby (Okay)
    Wipe a **** nose like that motherfucker snotty
    I'm in the trap with a thick bitch
    Yeah, I used to hustle, had to risk it (Yeah)
    Most you **** fried like a fish stick
    If he a snitch, can't kick it
    I'm with the gang and we deep
    Just like a dog, put a **** to sleep
    Bad lil' bitch trying to see me on the sneak
    No TLC, but a **** got to creep (Woo)
    Shoot it like JJ (JJ)
    Spin a **** block like a Beyblade
    If I hit the block, that's a payday
    Hurricane AP, A Bay Bay (A Bay Bay)
    Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Thugger (Slime)
    Can't leave the crib with no cutter
    Feel like Ving Rhames, it's guns and butter
    Woah, this that go shit (Yeah)
    Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (Yeah)
    7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (And Trojans)
    It's like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in (Yeah, more in)
    Woah, this that go shit (That go shit)
    This that stunt on them ****, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
    My trap boomin', these **** out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion)
    Back in the day, we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Stolen, skrrt)
    Abracadabra, my bitch way badder, my wrist out the motherfuckin' batter (Slatt)
    Fish parquet I snuck on the face, green diamonds, I fucked up my bladder (Yeah)
    Motherfuck a trend, I been with my kids in the spot 'cause family matter (On God)
    Everything else you speakin' about might get your ass whooped like a paddle (Slatt)
    Yeah, yeah, fishscale (Yeah), no scale, weigh it up (Weigh it up)
    I spent twenty mil' (What?) on a crib, pay it up (Pay it up)
    In Dubai but the bitch from Israel
    Call my phone, you fine as hell
    In designer but I will kill
    You done speaked to informants, I can tell
    Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah)
    My bitch wrist clean
    I flex, don't bend, I am the king (The king)
    Hundred bands can clean up the scene (On God)
    Had your wife and you thought it was a dream
    **** kicked through that door with the bling
    I took off in a foreign machine (Sex)
    Woah, this that go shit (Yeah)
    Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (Yeah)
    7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (Yeah)
    It's like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in
    Woah, this that go shit (That go shit)
    This that stunt on them ****, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
    My trap boomin', these **** out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion)
    Back in the day, we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Skrrt)
    Big racks, spendin' big racks, that's big business (Big business)
    Pull up to the club with a pole on me, **** thinkin' I'd been fishin' (Been fishin')
    Find me on a yacht full of bad-ass bitches like, "Ho, I'm big pimpin'" (Big pimpin')

    Writer(s): Meek Mill, T-Shyne, Young Thug, Yung Talent.

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