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

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

Uh

Rather get caught with it

Can't f**k with too many I feel like I'm too authentic

Pink slip shawty b***h this Maybach it ain't rented

And my Rollie presidential like I know the Senate

If it's that we suited 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

One up top in nina I feel anger I'ma send it

Buck buck buck buck

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

A lot of Ls 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

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

I got it

Still got a 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 FN Ruger on my lap when I don't got a Glock

Federal

Been totin' pistols before rap I don't know how to stop

I can't switch can't keepin' takin' risks 'cause 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 mill' that ain't really s**t

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 walk down 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 lotta 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