ฟังเพลงGo In (Explicit)

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JD On Tha Track

Niggas can say what they want,

say what they want, they must not want me to win

This shit not cap, you a ten,

I lost a friend, I see an opp, I go in

Got me some shit that extend,

you just all talk, how you ain't ain't never come spin?

I told my mama to grin,

we at the top, I ain't been broke in a min'

Father, my bad for the sin,

since I begin, I just got lost in the wind

I had to save up for bro,

he need a lawyer, he gotta come home again

I need like fifty a show,

that's how it go, I pick up half at the end

Young nigga settin' a trend,

copped me a Bimmer, truly, I wanted a Benz

Everybody grind, everybody eat

I been on my grind on my two feet

Butterfly doors, it's a two-seat

JT finna punch, call it Bruce Lee

We'll spin a nigga block only two deep

Nigga ran out his socks like a new feet

Remy Mack got knocked, but he loopy

Wanna see my whole block livin' Gucci

And the good die young, said Poochie

Walk around with two chops, Lil Ducie

Outta town, finna cop Lil Uzi

Know a lot of pussy niggas wanna shoot me

Wear my hat to the back, I ain't woopty

Had your main bitch eat, she a groupie

I remember block days, it was 2P

In the cell writin' bars under two sheets

I remember when the crib had no heat

I remember when the opps wanted no beef

I remember spinnin' blocks in a stoley

Seen a nigga get burned with a bogey

I done seen a good kid startin' OD

I done seen bro die front of police

So I try not to cry every day now

Swear I still feel the pain when I lay down

If you hit, pussy nigga, better stay down

You ain't never moved guns through the Greyhound

You ain't never gon' spin when it came down

And I really wanna hear what you say now

Keep a pole every day, we don't play 'round

Backpack got a stash, it's a spray ground

I remember tryna jugg out the playground

In the stu' goin' hard every day now, no, no

Niggas can say what they want,

say what they want, they must not want me to win

This shit not cap, you a ten,

I lost a friend, I see an opp, I go in

Got me some shit that extend,

you just all talk, how you ain't ain't never come spin?

I told my mama to grin, we at the top,

I ain't been broke in a min'

Father, my bad for the sin, since I begin,

I just got lost in the wind

I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer,

he gotta come home again

I need like fifty a show, that's how it go,

I pick up half at the end

Young nigga settin' a trend,

copped me a Bimmer, truly, I wanted a Benz

I hope my mother forgive, shit that I did,

she ain't expect from a kid

It's just the way that it is,

stick to your biz 'fore you start runnin' your jibs

I know some killers and goons,

I send 'em lurkin', they finna get you by noon

You could get swept like a broom,

heaven got room, you finna go up there soon

What you assume?

Had to eat, I ain't start with no spoon

Feel like brother just got me in tune

Now I'm finna shoot off to the moon

Numbers goin' like Sonic, they zoom

Bitches fiendin' to give up they coo'

Made a milli', so long from a goo

I'ma have me a billion soon, nah, nah

I'ma reach for the stars

Ice gon' cop me a new Audemar

Had to let go like five at the bar

Told the dealership upgrade my car

I be the man, two milli' plus on the 'Gram,

learn what you don't understand

You just a fan, soon as you saw me,

you ran, bro caught a hit off the Xan'

Boy, I'ma blam, that's what you don't understand,

no, we ain't finna throw hands, no, no

Nigga tryna steal my shine

I'ma clap 'fore you try to take mine (No, no, no, no)

Lately I been on my grind, for a fact,

we gon' all be fine (No, no, no, no)

Haters tryna waste my time, for a fact,

I don't pay 'em no mind

Niggas can say what they want,

say what they want, they must not want me to win

This shit not cap, you a ten,

I lost a friend, I see an opp, I go in

Got me some shit that extend,

you just all talk, how you ain't ain't never come spin?

I told my mama to grin, we at the top,

I ain't been broke in a min'

Father, my bad for the sin, since I begin,

I just got lost in the wind

I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer,

he gotta come home again

I need like fifty a show, that's how it go,

I pick up half at the end

Young nigga settin' a trend,

copped me a Bimmer, truly, I wanted a Benz