Here It Goes

Oh (uh), oh

Hello? (Hey)

I can't hear you, what'd you say?

What's up?

Nothin', I'm just recording right now, I'ma call you right back

Okay, call me

They pout the racks on the count up in Cali'

If she bring it back, I ain't doin' the dash

You put up a half, so just try to be mad at me

I could survive, it's just part of the plan

And you know I'm ballin' like I'm at the Mattamy

In front of the haters, in front of the fans

She giving me brain like my place an academy

If you need a tape then I need an advance

I been in the trap and the buckets keep calling me

Man, I couldn't lie, I might do it again

Wait, you remember them niggas that doubted me?

I'm lookin' right through 'em in Cartier lens

No round of applause, a nigga get clapped

I'm thinkin' of ways to get to the bag

If I'm in a race, I ain't coming last

If he in my way, then he gettin' passed

And she a lil' ho, she fuck for the bag

And cro on the road, he on your ass

Wrist lookin' like glass

More than a brick, more than a shaft

Breakin' the piece and I'm crushin' the pack

Used to wear the same beat everyday in the trap

Used to sell the same bean everyday for bag

On the North of the Jane where we keepin' them straps

Here it goes, I wanna blow

I wanna know what I'm meant to do

He took a L, that's how life goes

We gonna win, ain't tryna lose

I'm in the field, I got nothin' to prove

Say he a shooter and ain't even shoot

You super cap, you ain't tellin' the truth

.223 and FN make a nigga go, "Poof"

Here it goes, I wanna blow (oh)

I wanna know what I'm meant to do

He took a L, that's how life goes (oh)

We gonna win, ain't tryna lose

I'm in the field, I got nothin' to prove (oh)

Say he a shooter and he ain't even shoot

You super cap, you ain't tellin' the truth (oh)

.223 and FN make a nigga go, "Poof"

She wanna go, she wanna take it all over the globe

I got them shooters movin' like it's Call of Duty

'Cause they goin' crazy with the scopes

I'm on the road, anybody fuckin' with me

You know they gettin' Peter Roe'd

Niggas didn't see me and Houdini

Poppin' up on the bitches on the low

'Cause that was my brodie, you niggas dissin' up the crodie

You know that I'm clutchin' the 4

60K, seven, my bitch off the .40, I'm poppin' with denim

You know that I got it

I'm not a banker to none of my opps

But I promise them niggas gon' owe me deposits

He go to trip and then chill, check 'em

Say he ain't loaded but still check it

Houdini my brother, my real bredren

I know he watching us stuntin' from heaven

All of my watches, the bussin' in heaven

Ain't nobody finna run up, I'm steppin'

Bitch, I'm in charge, a hundred and seven K large

You now I gave tears to the reverand

All of the shootings and robberies we do inside of my hood

My niggas need repentance

Can't buy no Cuban bust down with no pendants

They wanna give me twenty-two, the sentence, ayy

I told them crackers holla back when they be sober

I smoke so much dope that I still feel like I'm sober

Balling in these bitches hole like a golfer

Bach, bitch, big Rolls' with the chauffeur, ah

Here it goes, I wanna blow

I wanna know what I'm meant to do

He took a L, that's how life goes

We gonna win, ain't tryna lose

I'm in the field, I got nothin' to prove

Say he a shooter and ain't even shoot

You super cap, you ain't tellin' the truth

.223 and FN make a nigga go, "Poof"

Here it goes, I wanna blow (oh)

I wanna know what I'm meant to do

He took a L, that's how life goes (oh)

We gonna win, ain't tryna lose

I'm in the field, I got nothin' to prove (oh)

Say he a shooter and he ain't even shoot

You super cap, you ain't tellin' the truth (oh)

.223 and FN make a nigga go, "Poof"