Go Part 1 (Explicit)

Go Part 1 (Explicit) - Polo G/G Herbo

Lyrics by：Taurus Bartlett/Herbert Randall Wright

Composed by：Taurus Bartlett/Herbert Randall Wright

Polo G：

Yeah livin' in the slums

We just wishin' for a hero

Expensive nightmares on a

Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow

Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow

Livin' in the slums we just wishin' for a hero oh

And the guns better get low

And the guns better get low

Kid

All：

Uh rather get caught with it

Can't f**k with too many

I feel like I'm too authentic

Pink slips shawty b***h this Maybach

It ain't rented

And my Rollie presidential like I know the Senate

If it's that we shoot it up

We hop right out on business

Really ain't no need to check his pulse

They know he finished

N***a where I come from no

It ain't no happy endings

I'm a trenches baby when it's danger

I can sense it

When I'm toppin' Nina I feel anger

I'm ascended bop bop bop bop

K's up killer season like I'm Killa Cam

A lot of L's that season

I was losin' all my n***as d**n

Three years later

Whole world know who the f**k I am

I could pop out

Couple million flexin' for the 'Gram

Got a six-car garage I might need me a Lamb'

Let a n***a plot on robbin' that Nina'll blam

Twin .40s stick together like Gina and Pam

Yeah boom

G Herbo：

Ayy b***h I'm really him g Herbo

And all the shooters love me

They call a n***a Rim

Snuck in the club

That baby Glock tucked right in my Timbs

Tucked right in my tims

Still got an AR you get chopped

Run up on my Lamb' grrah

P***y no bap ayy

I don't bap a lot no bap

Can't say no cap put that on cap

I'm with Capalot that's lil' bro

The F.N. Ruger right on my lap

When I don't got a Glock

Been totin' pistols before rap

I don't know how to stop

I can't switch can't keepin' takin' risks

'Ccause I'm really rich

Got a deal can't be in that field 'cause we really blitz

Foreign wheels I bought six whips

Now they on my d**k

Maybach cost a quarter mil'

That ain't really s**t

Polo G：

Can't let 'em see me lose

They expectin' me to crash

All my cars up to date

No point in dwellin' in the past

See 'em hop out chase 'em

We on every n***a a*s

Trip you up face 'em

Get 'em gone then hit the gas uh

Well actually I keep that strap with me

Say we ain't slidin'

Have you get zipped up talkin' my point exactly

My lil' n***as aim for headshots

And they got accuracy

Push a b***h right out

That leg-lock like ain't no trappin' me uh

Tell me what it is

We ain't duckin' smoke we ain't scared

He reach for this Carti'

It's gon' be a whole lot of red

Time to kill 'em all

I been in mode I ain't playin'

Used to be my dawg

he lost control off the meds uh

Yeah livin' in the slums

We just wishin' for a hero

Expensive nightmares on a

Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow

Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow

Livin' in the slums

We just wishin' for a hero oh

And the guns better get low

And the guns better get low