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Gunna - That Go Lyrics

That Go! Song Lyrics
That Go! by Gunna (Ayy, Yung, boy, he got that talent)
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)

[Meek Mill:]
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 nigga, did it on purpose
I tell my other b**ch, "Go with my other b**ch"
I take my other b**ch a new Birkin
Pretty white toes, pussy was perfect
f**k in the back, in the Bach with the curtains
f**k from the back, and this b**ch started squirtin'
No, you didn't get this sh*t on my Persian
Ooh, go get this b**ch a new Presi', cool
I drive my car, how I'm 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 nigga 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

[T-Shyne {Meek Mill}:]
Woah, this that go sh*t (Yeah)
Lil' b**ch 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**ches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in
{Woah}, this that go sh*t (That go sh*t)
This that stunt on them niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion)
Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Skrrt)

[T-Shyne:]
Rolls-Royce truck with the freak of the week
Chasin' the dreams, I'ma pass her to Meek
Nigga, 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 motherf**kin' thotty
Every nigga with me down to go and catch a body
Y'all niggas trappin' out the hotel lobby
Wipe you niggas nose like that motherf**ker snotty
I'm in the trap with a thick b**ch
Yeah, I used to hustle, had to risk it
Most you niggas 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 nigga to sleep
Bad lil' b**ch try to send me on the sneak
No TLC, but a nigga gotta creep
Shoot it like JJ (JJ), spin a nigga block like 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 butter

[T-Shyne {Meek Mill}:]
{Woah}, this that go sh*t (Yeah)
Lil' b**ch 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**ches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in
{Woah}, this that go sh*t (That go sh*t)
This that stunt on them niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion)
Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Skrrt)

[Young Thug:]
Abracadabra, my b**ch way badder, my wrist out the motherf**kin' batter (Slatt)
Fish parquet, I smoke on her face, green diamonds, I f**ked up my bladder (Yeah)
Motherf**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**ch 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**ch, 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
Nigga kicked through the door with the bling
I took off in a foreign machine (Sex)

[T-Shyne {Meek Mill}:]
{Woah}, this that go sh*t (Yeah)
Lil' b**ch 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**ches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in
{Woah}, this that go sh*t (That go sh*t)
This that stunt on them niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion)
Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Skrrt)

[T-Shyne:]
Big racks, spendin' big racks, that's big business
Pull up to the club with a pole on me, niggas thinkin' I been fishin'
Find me on a yacht full of bad-ass b**ches like, "Ho, I'm really pimpin'"