T-Shyne - That Go! lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy, Yung, boy, he got that talent) (Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap) [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Yeah, this 20 a pill, ran up a check This Patek baguetty, made twenty more mill' Drop on the opp, and then jump on the chopper and go to the Hills My youngins go 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 b*tch, "Go with my other b*tch" Just to get my other b*tch a new Birkin Pretty white toes, pussy was perfect fu*k in the back in the Bach with the curtains fu*k from the back, and this b*tch started squirtin' No, you didn't get this sh*t on my Persian Ooh, go get this b*tch a new purse, cool I drive my car, how I'm feelin'? Shе outta lane, she healin' Now shе 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, going HAM with Tequila Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Jigga, woah [Chorus: T-Shyne & Meek Mill] Woah, this that go sh*t (Yeah) Lil' b*tch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know sh*t (Yeah) 7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (Yeah) It's like five hundred b*tches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in Woah, this that go sh*t (That go sh*t) This that stunt on them ni**as, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go) My trap boomin', these ni**as out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion) Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Skrrt) [Verse 2: T-Shyne] Rolls-Royce truck with the freak of the week Chasin' the dreams, I'ma pass her to Meek ni**a, I'm a wolf, can't hang with the sheep Water on my neck, wear my chain at the beach Pull up to your block with a motherfu*kin' thotty Every ni**a with me down to go and catch a body Y'all ni**as trappin' out the hotel lobby Wipe a ni**as nose like that motherfu*ker snotty I'm in the trap with a thick b*tch Yeah, I used to hustle, had to risk it Most you ni**as fried like a fishstick If he a snitch, can't kick it I'm with the gang and we deep Just like a dog, put a ni**a to sleep Bad lil' b*tch 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 a Beyblade If I hit the block that's a payday, hurricane AP, A Bay Bay 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, it's guns and bu*ter [Chorus: T-Shyne & Meek Mill] Woah, this that go sh*t (Yeah) Lil' b*tch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know sh*t (Yeah) 7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (Yeah) It's like five hundred b*tches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in Woah, this that go sh*t (That go sh*t) This that stunt on them ni**as, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go) My trap boomin', these ni**as out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion) Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Skrrt) [Verse 3: Young Thug] Abracadabra, my b*tch way badder, my wrist out the motherfu*kin' batter (Slatt) Fish parquet, I smoke on her face, green diamonds, I fu*ked up my bladder (Yeah) Motherfu*k a trend, I been with my kids in the spot 'cause family matter (On God) Everything else you speakin' about, might get your ass whooped like a paddle (Slatt) Yeah, fishscale, no scale, weigh it up I spent twenty mil' on a crib, pay it up In Dubai but the b*tch from Israel Call my phone, you fine as hell In designer, but I will kill You done sipped you a pharmacy, I can tell, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah) My b*tch, wrist clean, I flex, don't bend, I am the king (The king) Hundred bands can clean up the scene (On God) Had your wife and you thought it was a dream ni**a kicked through the door with the bling I took off in a foreign machine (Sex) [Chorus: T-Shyne & Meek Mill] Woah, this that go sh*t (Yeah) Lil' b*tch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know sh*t (Yeah) 7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (Yeah) It's like five hundred b*tches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in Woah, this that go sh*t (That go sh*t) This that stunt on them ni**as, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go) My trap boomin', these ni**as out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion) Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Skrrt) [Outro: T-Shyne] Big racks, spendin' big racks, that's big business Pull up to the club with a pole on me, ni**as thinkin' I been fishin' Find me on a yacht full of bad-ass b*tches like, "Ho, I'm really pimpin'"