Young Dolph - Here We Go lyrics

[Intro] Paper Route Frank (Montana Corleone made this one) Yeah, what up? (Ayy, Sosa, man, this beat crazy) [Verse 1] The first thing I did, I went and got me a zip (b*tch) The second thing I did, I went and took me a trip He owed me money, I said don't ball, just shoot the sh*t up off the rip (b*tch) Shorty got the best massage, she do it with her lips (sh*t) Sittin' in my office smokin' blunts like I'm Bill Clinton My side b*tch start catchin' feelings, I had to tell her chill (Lewinsky) She sick (Ugh), ill (Ill), murder (Woah), kill (Kill) All of my trap money go to my kids, it's in my will (Let's go) Lodi, dodi, dodi (Dodi), no, I didn't go to college (Nah) But I might wake up tomorrow, go buy another 'Rari (Yeah) My side b*tch drivе a Mase' (Yeah) She a prеtty girl and all she wanna do is party (Yeah) Super-bad b*tch and she know she an alcoholic (Hey) Hold up, who that callin'? (Brrt) fu*k that, back to ballin' (fu*k that), lil' mama from New Orleans (Creole) Bury me in a Dolce & Gabbana coffin (Gabbana) We in competition on who can pour the drank the rawest (Rawest) Four hundred racks for a coupe, didn't test drive it, I just bought it (What?) A ni**a say they fu*kin' with the kid, sh*t, I doubt it Crossed a bad b*tch out for another one, GPS re-routin' Now she sittin' at home like a bad-ass kid poutin' (Uh-huh) [Chorus] Here we go, here we go, here we go (Hey, hey) Here we go, here we go, here we go (Hey, hey) Here we go, here we go, here we go (Hey, hey) Here we go, here we motherfu*kin' go (b*tch, b*tch) [Verse 2] Free all my lil' ni**as locked down up in that celly All my straps out 'cause all my lil' ni**as villains Don't dodge no smoke, no questions asked when steppers steppin' Just like Little Caesars with my gang, we Hot-N-Ready Carbon 15, but it came with the drum on it Young ni**as gone off the Perc' goin' dumb on 'em Just bought a Glock, that b*tch came with a switch on it Sent my lil' ni**a, I bet he don't miss on it I stack up that bread like some motherfu*kin' Pringles I used to be robbin' and starvin' and dealin' I was just breakin' in houses and stealin' Now the boy ridin' on the road to the riches Look how I'm rappin', don't get it confused 'Til I mask up and go pull me a move I do my show on the stage with the tools Move and no question big daddy gon' shoot Big dawg in my hood, man, they call me the truth I'll make you famous, sh*t out here look cool My ni**as sick, man, I feel like the flu Put a opp face on the motherfu*kin' news [Chorus] Here we go, here we go, here we go (Hey, hey) Here we go, here we go, here we go (Hey, hey) Here we go, here we go, here we go (Hey, hey) Here we go, here we motherfu*kin' go (b*tch) [Verse 3] They ain't let us in, so we kickin' down the back door We ain't never stop for the po-po (Nah) Walk in the spot, you see two hundred Ps Yeah, my tribe goin' loco Crazy, yeah, we trappin' hard like the eighties My young ni**as strapped like the navy I'm a go-getter, I don't have no patience I'm the type of ni**a go get it, what I'm waitin' on? Yeah, went and got a plug and now my money long (Money long) These ni**as can't fu*k with me, I'm in the zone (Zone) These ni**as can't fu*k with me, I keep my chrome (Chrome) I keep me a foreign b*tch, bad to the bone (Bone) Man, for real (b*tch), yeah, yeah First I got a zip Then I made a couple flips and took a trip All these icy b*tches lovin' how I drip (Icy, drip) I keep switchin' foreign whips with a big Glock on my hip Extend the clip, get up out my way, fu*k how you feel (Yeah) I'm in the fast lane road-runnin' to the mils (To the Ms) [Chorus] Here we go, here we go, here we go (Hey, hey) Here we go, here we go, here we go (Hey, hey) Here we go, here we go, here we go (Hey, hey) Here we go, here we motherfu*kin' go (b*tch, b*tch)