G.T. – Go In

G.T. – Go In Lyrics

Artist: G.T.
Song: Go In

4-4 boys n***a
I’m a gangsta, I ain’t even gotta talk about it
So soon as i pull up in the parking lot, All the broads start to jock
Plus I hang with a pack of gorillas, Nowadays n***as snitch so I be smacking these n***as

Damn
And you know I had to brag a little, Different color diamonds in my watch look like a bag of skittles
And you know I’m shinning tight
Keep the Glock on my llama sight, Cause I’m selling China white

N***a
So holla if you need crack to sell
I’m a shoot it out with police before i go back to jail
You think I’m soft

Try me then
And I don’t like talk
I’m a leave you stretch on the ground outline in white chalk
Now I got yo fam lined up, Tryna find out where the cake stashed

AK’s
Bared face
Muthaf**kas face smashed
Who ever talk gone get it first cause I hate snitches

They gone straight in the ally with your face missing
I wake up in the morning everyday
Count K n***a
Like a fat b*t*h, I got a whole lotta weight n***a

All my hoes bad
Need a bag, I’m a cost ya bandz
I ain’t go to school n***a, But I’m still doing math
I was in the cut, Where was you?

I don’t even know
Me and muthaf**king dough, I don’t need hoes
I don’t give a f**k if I’m getting sleeped on
F**k rap

I’m in the trap, I got 3 phones
I don’t never answer calls, For these broads, I’m a f**king dog
Can you spend the night? Hell naw
B*t*h at the alarm

Phone trapping so f**king hard, It ain’t even charged
B*t*hes dead at the bar, Kill him at the car
AK’s for you f**k face
New Ye’s sold at MJ

Car race in the boats from CA
Roommates, f**k the DEA
Dope case, f**k court
Come chase me, bad grades

OG’s no A’s
I ain’t with hating sh*t
I’m tryna touch M’s
Got pictures for the pressure, I keep my lips sealed

Applying pressure to these b*t*hes, They don’t like that
Yeah
I spend it, I spend it, I’ll get it right back
It’s time to get this money together, But all you rather hate

I don’t chase sh*t but the money, So I paper chase
Slide down yo block, Ro bussing out the window
Hunnid round drum in his hand
That ain’t no f**king filer

50 misses
You think you safe in that vest huh?
Headshots
We ain’t aiming at your chest n***a

My n***a shoot when I say, Ain’t gotta throw em sh*t
Don’t hesitate
They trigger happy, b*t*h it’s over with
He wanna talk about our future, About time I ain’t spending

I’m counting cheese n***a
Wait a muthaf**king minute
Lil icy b*t*h
I ain’t the flashy type

Slide down the block in yo hood, Rocking all my ice
Why you mad?
Get some money b*t*h
Don’t do no dumb sh*t

You gone end up on my knock up list
Boom, Boom, Boom
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Release Year: 2009