Go Part 1

作曲 : Polo G/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 **** with too many, I feel like I'm too authentic

Pink slips shawty, bitch, 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

Nigga, 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 niggas, damn

Three years later, whole world know who the **** 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 nigga plot on robbin', that Nina'll blam

Twin .40s stick together like Gina and Pam (Yeah, boom)

Ayy, bitch, I'm really him (G Herbo)

And all the shooters love me, they call a nigga

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)

Pussy, 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 '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 dick

Maybach cost a quarter mil', that ain't really shit

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 nigga ass

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' niggas aim for headshots and they got accuracy

Push a bitch 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