Go Part 1 Songtext
Yeah, livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero
Expensive nightmares on a—
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero, oh
And the guns, better get low
And the guns, better get low (Kid), uh
Rather get caught with it
Can't fuck with too many, I feel like I'm too authentic
Expensive nightmares on a—
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero, oh
And the guns, better get low
And the guns, better get low (Kid), uh
Rather get caught with it
Can't fuck with too many, I feel like I'm too authentic
Pink slip shawty, bitch, this Maybach, it ain't rented
And my Rollie presidential like I know the Senate
If it's that, we suited up, we hop right out on business
Really ain't no need to check his pulse, they know he finished
Nigga, where I come from, no, it ain't no happy endings
I'm a trenches baby, when it's danger, I can sense it
One up top in nina, I feel anger, I'ma send it (Buck, buck, buck, buck)
K's up, killer season like I'm Killa Cam
A lot of Ls that season, I was losin' all my niggas, damn
Three years later, whole world know who the fuck I am
I could pop out, couple million flexin' for the 'Gram
Got a six-car garage, I might need me a Lamb'
Let a nigga plot on robbin', that nina'll blam
Twin .40s stick together like Gina and Pam (Yeah, boom)
Ayy, bitch, I'm really him (G Herbo)
And all the shooters love me, they call a nigga Rim
Snuck in the club, that baby Glock tucked right in my Timbs (I got it)
Still got a AR, you get chopped, run up on my Lamb' (Grrah)
Pussy, no bap (Ayy), I don't bap a lot (No bap) Can't say no cap, put that on cap, I'm with Capalot (That's lil' bro)
The FN Ruger on my lap when I don't got a Glock (Federal)
Been totin' pistols before rap, I don't know how to stop
I can't switch, can't keepin' takin' risks 'cause I'm really rich
Got a deal, can't be in that field 'cause we really blitz
Foreign wheels, I bought six whips, now they on my dick
Maybach cost a quarter mill', that ain't really shit
Can't let 'em see me lose, they expectin' me to crash
All my cars up to date, no point in dwellin' in the past
See 'em, hop out, chase 'em, we on every nigga ass
Trip you, walk down, face 'em, get 'em gone then hit the gas, uh
Well actually, I keep that strap with me
Say we ain't slidin', have you get zipped up talkin', my point exactly
My lil' niggas aim for headshots and they got accuracy
Push a bitch right out that leg-lock like ain't no trappin' me (Uh)
Tell me what it is, we ain't duckin' smoke, we ain't scared
He reach for this Carti', it's gon' be a whole lotta red
Time to kill 'em all, I been in mode, I ain't playin'
Used to be my dawg, he lost control off the meds, uh
Yeah, livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero
Expensive nightmares on a—
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero, oh
And the guns, better get low
And the guns, better get low
And my Rollie presidential like I know the Senate
If it's that, we suited up, we hop right out on business
Really ain't no need to check his pulse, they know he finished
Nigga, where I come from, no, it ain't no happy endings
I'm a trenches baby, when it's danger, I can sense it
One up top in nina, I feel anger, I'ma send it (Buck, buck, buck, buck)
K's up, killer season like I'm Killa Cam
A lot of Ls that season, I was losin' all my niggas, damn
Three years later, whole world know who the fuck I am
I could pop out, couple million flexin' for the 'Gram
Got a six-car garage, I might need me a Lamb'
Let a nigga plot on robbin', that nina'll blam
Twin .40s stick together like Gina and Pam (Yeah, boom)
Ayy, bitch, I'm really him (G Herbo)
And all the shooters love me, they call a nigga Rim
Snuck in the club, that baby Glock tucked right in my Timbs (I got it)
Still got a AR, you get chopped, run up on my Lamb' (Grrah)
Pussy, no bap (Ayy), I don't bap a lot (No bap) Can't say no cap, put that on cap, I'm with Capalot (That's lil' bro)
The FN Ruger on my lap when I don't got a Glock (Federal)
Been totin' pistols before rap, I don't know how to stop
I can't switch, can't keepin' takin' risks 'cause I'm really rich
Got a deal, can't be in that field 'cause we really blitz
Foreign wheels, I bought six whips, now they on my dick
Maybach cost a quarter mill', that ain't really shit
Can't let 'em see me lose, they expectin' me to crash
All my cars up to date, no point in dwellin' in the past
See 'em, hop out, chase 'em, we on every nigga ass
Trip you, walk down, face 'em, get 'em gone then hit the gas, uh
Well actually, I keep that strap with me
Say we ain't slidin', have you get zipped up talkin', my point exactly
My lil' niggas aim for headshots and they got accuracy
Push a bitch right out that leg-lock like ain't no trappin' me (Uh)
Tell me what it is, we ain't duckin' smoke, we ain't scared
He reach for this Carti', it's gon' be a whole lotta red
Time to kill 'em all, I been in mode, I ain't playin'
Used to be my dawg, he lost control off the meds, uh
Yeah, livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero
Expensive nightmares on a—
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero, oh
And the guns, better get low
And the guns, better get low
