That Go! (feat. T Shyne)
T ShyneYoung Stoner LifeYoung ThugMeek Mill
That Go! (feat. T Shyne) 歌詞
製作人: Nick Papz/Yung Talent
(Ayy, Yung, boy, he got that talent)
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
Yeah, this 20 a pill, ran up a check
This Patek baguetty, made twenty more mil
Drop on the opp, got the drum on the chopper and go to the Hills
My youngin on Call of Duty with that chopper and he wanna kill
Yeah , sh*tted on a ni**a, did it on purpose
I tell my other *****, 'Go with my other *****'
I take my other **** * a new Birkin
Pretty white toes, ***** was perfect
**** in the back, in the back with the curtains
**** from the back, and this ** *** started ******in
No, you didnt get this sh*t on my Persian
Ooh, go get this ***** a new Presi, cool
I drive my car, how Im feelin? She outta lane, she healin
Now she on a plane, she chillin and she post a pic on the Gram, you feel it?
I know that ni**a wanna kill it cause she in a villa, go handle Tequila
Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb, me and Jigga, woah
Woah, this that go sh*t (Yeah)
Lil ***** tryna act smart with me, but she dont know sh*t (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought up Backwoods, sodas and Trojans (Yeah)
Its like five hundred ** ***es at the crib, but we still lettin more in
Woah, this that go sh*t (That go sh*t)
This that stuntin on ni**as, might put two watches on both wrists (Lets go)
My track boomin, these ni**as out here aint havin no more sh*t (No more sh*t)
Back in the day we was hoppin in whips and ridin em stolen (Skrrt)
Rolls-Royce truck with the freak of the week
Chasin the dreams, Ima pass her to Meek
ni**a, Im a wolf, cant hang with the sheep
Water on my neck, wear my chain at the beach
Pull up to your block with a mother****in thotty
Every ni**a with me down to go and catch a body
Yall ni**as trappin out the hotel lobby
Wipe you ni**as nose like a mother****in [?]
Im on the track with a thick *****
Yeah , I used to hustle, had to risk it
Most you ni**as fried like a fishstick
If he a snitch, cant kick it
Im with the gang and we deep
Just like a dog, put a ni**a to sleep
Bad lil ***** try to send me on the sneak
No TLC, but a ni**a gotta creep
Shoot it like JJ (JJ ), spin a ni**a block like Beyblade
If I hit the block thats a payday, hurricane [?]
Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb, me and Thugger (Slime)
Killin the crib with no cutter, feelin like Ving Rhames, its guns and butter
Woah, this that go sh*t (Yeah)
Lil ***** tryna act smart with me, but she dont know sh*t (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought up Backwoods, sodas and Trojans (Yeah)
Its like five hundred *****es at the crib, but we still lettin more in
Woah, this that go sh*t (That go sh*t)
This that stuntin on ni**as, might put two watches on both wrists (Lets go)
My track boomin , these ni**as out here aint havin no more sh*t (No more sh*t)
Back in the day we was hoppin in whips and ridin em stolen (Skrrt)
Abracadabra, my ***** way badder, my wrist out the mother****in batter (Slatt)
Fish parquet, I smoke on her face, green diamonds, I ****ed up my bladder (Yeah)
Mother**** a trend, I been with my kids in the spot cause family matter (On God)
Everything else you speakin bout, might get your ass whooped like a paddle (Slatt)
Yeah, no scare, no scare without, I spent twenty mil on a crib, paid out
If you thought this ** *** was real
Got my phone, you fine as hell
In designer, but I will kill
In a [?], I can tell, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah)
My *****, wrist clean, I flex, no, man, I am the king (The king)
Hundred bands, clean up the scene (On God)
Had your wife, and you thought it was a dream
ni**a came through the door with the bling
I took off in a foreign machine (Sex)
Woah, this that go sh*t (Yeah)
Lil ***** tryna act smart with me, but she dont know sh*t (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought up Backwoods, sodas and Trojans (Yeah)
Its like five hundred **** *es at the crib, but we still lettin more in
Woah, this that go sh*t (That go sh*t)
This that stuntin on ni**as, might put two watches on both wrists ( Lets go)
My track boomin, these ni**as out here aint havin no more sh*t (No more sh*t)
Back in the day we was hoppin in whips and ridin em stolen (Skrrt)
Big racks, spendin big racks, thats big business
Pull up to theclub with a pole on me, ni**as thinkin I been fishin
Find me on a yacht full of bad-ass *****es like, 'Ho, Im really pimpin'
音頻助理: Jonathan Bailey
錄音工程師: A.Bainz Bains/Anthony Cruz/Aresh Banaji/Slice/Travis ViKo Blake
母帶工程師: Joe LaPorta