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Go, uh (Hugo) Go Uh Daily, they make up assumptions 'bout who with it They ain't lookin' at the stats, my numbers killin' niggas' feelings, I ain't chillin' Niggas want me gone, I say let's get it I ain't never duckin' shit, you want some beef, then I'ma grill it Put me in the stu', then I'ma kill it Stack it taller than the ceiling, ain't no limit on my chicken, is you kidding? Bitch, I been the sickest, in these 'Miri jeans I done made a hundred on that block and that's before the fiends Can't ignore the cheese When that paper get to callin', I be quick to leave Sippin' Wock straight out the pints, you know I love the lean Never been the one to snitch, though, I'll never sing Fell in love inside the trap, I almost bought a ring Get your bitch up out my face, she thought we was a thing It was just a fling, this ain't Billie Jean Got a pound of weed Drop it to my migo in the 'Go, he bring me back the green Bitch, I been up in the lead, bein' rich was just a dream Now I'm gettin' Rollies for the team, what you mean? Niggas do some good, and then they act like it's a deed Better get your good in, karma creep up like some weeds Letras de cancionesAnd I won't be the one that they gon' put up on that poster Keep a toaster no matter what, I love the holder Got up on my shit and now I'm meeting with my broker Thuggin' on the T, that shit had turned me to a soldier Straight up out the Chi, where every winter, it get colder Start off with nobody, ain't no cryin' on no shoulders Go get you some money, bitches foldin' like folders So don't go waste your time, 'cause bitch, you only gettin' older Twin 'nem say that we on go, then we on go If it's smoke, glizzy wipe the smile away like a bad joke Niggas stuck up in them trenches, yeah, they had hope Then they gave it up for that fent', they sellin' bad dope Mama don't know what to do, 'cause all her kids choke Had a dream of playin' all them sports and fuckin' bad hoes Niggas give up on they goals and turn to sad souls Better go and get it while you can, you movin' too slow Steppin' in this money, you in shelltoes Blicky strapped up on my waist like it's velcro Yeah, you gettin' all that product, it won't sell though Stupid bitch, she tryna smoke my weed, I told her hell no Stupid bitch Stupid bitch Go Go Go Sleeze Money Yeah Stupid bitch tryna smoke my weed Fuck wrong with her? (Okay) From Letras Mania