4SHO MAGAZINE - Go in lyrics

[Intro] 4-4 boys n***a [Verse: Feez Money] 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**as face smashed Who ever talk gone get it first cause I hate snitches They gone straight in the ally with your face missing [Verse: Rocaine] I wake up in the morning everyday Count K n***a Like a fat b**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**ing dough, I don't need hoes I don't give a f** if I'm getting sleeped on f** rap I'm in the trap, I got 3 phones I don't never answer calls, For these broads, I'm a f**ing dog Can you spend the night? Hell naw b**h at the alarm Phone trapping so f**ing hard, It ain't even charged b**hes dead at the bar, k** him at the car AK's for you f** face New Ye's sold at MJ Car race in the boats from CA Roommates, f** the DEA Dope case, f** court Come chase me, bad grades OG's no A's [Verse: Molly Brazy] I ain't with hating sh** I'm tryna touch M's Got pictures for the pressure, I keep my lips sealed Applying pressure to these b**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** 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**ing 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** Don't hesitate They trigger happy, b**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**ing minute Lil icy b**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**h Don't do no dumb sh** You gone end up on my knock up list Boom, Boom, Boom