Gotta Go
(专辑: Trap Jack 2.5 - 2019)
Kirk 'Kachi, where you at? Akachi on the
beat, lil' bitch Look, my guy I'ma show you like this, my nigga This is how much I'ma give you If you don't like it then get the
fuck out my face I'm deadass tired of talking to you right now Gotta dip though, like, deadass Come on, pick one, pick one, pick one, my nigga Fuck you want? I
left the
stove on at the
crib, I
gotta go It's Gucci on my clothes, hit the
bank, I
gotta roll Yo' girl said I'm sexy, I'm finna take her soul I'm riding in a
Lambo, a
nigga on the
road I'm chilling on the
beach, that's prolly why I
got a
tan New girl straight from Belize, ain't got no visa, she a
ten Full price for my designer, your shit fake bro, don't pretend I
only talk to Benji, so yeah, I
got no friends If you want a
feature, yeah, you gotta pay the
fee Nigga, ain't shit cheap and it's def not free Twenty thousand dollars and that's just for one verse I
use it for my bitch, now she got a
new purse That was a
Chanel bag, why it cost so much Yeah I'm in a
big Bim, yo' bitch choking blunts With me and my big team, yeah she wanna fuck (Young Rich Squad) A
big fiend when it comes to— (You a
fiend, dog) Ayy Joey kill shit, uh, no hit list My bitch big lips, uh, no limp dick I'm grinding hard bitch, uh, one rip stick Four damn skateboards, no kick flips Joey Gucci, no Louis Think her ass flat, buy her booty I
might buy that, she use it Fix a
flat, my life a
movie Uh, look Uh, wait I'm fucking up on the
beat We really came from the
street Joey will not see the
defeat Yo' girlfriend sucking my meat Yo' girlfriend sucking me Yo' bitch been giving me head I
pull up in a
new Benz My wrist is outta Ben 10 I
treat yo' crush like a
fan You bought her flowers you mad, look You bought her flowers, you mad Go return those to the
store She ain't text you 'cause she bored Matter fact, she ain't text you cause she sore I'm like an eagle I
soar Flying so high on the
shore I
left the
stove on at the
crib, I
gotta go It's Gucci on my clothes, hit the
bank, I
gotta roll Yo' girl said I'm sexy, I'm finna take her soul I'm riding in a
Lambo, a
nigga on the
road I'm chilling on the
beach, that's prolly why I
got a
tan New girl straight from Belize, ain't got no visa, she a
ten Full price for my designer, your shit fake bro, don't pretend I
only talk to Benji, so yeah, I
got no friends Joey Trap is daddy