Go Live - Fredo Santana, Chief Keef, Tadoe

Aye wop go grab that tech man

Tray Savage load that FN up

Lil Boss load that shit up man

Y’all know we smoke out the 448

Pouring out the pints

Aye ball bring that money counter out boy

You know what the fuck time it is man

Splashing on these bitches yea that’s that sea salt

All the horses in this foreign I’m like yeehaw

You know we got that defense let’s play b-ball

I think I’m going Ray Charles I can’t see y’all

Throw theses on how bitch these the new cappers

This our shit nigga ain’t no new trappers

Going forward in this foreign like I can’t move backwards

You on the fuck shit and take that button it a tap ya

I’m with a white bitch she a coke head

My mentality is get more bread

I’m in a fast car like it’s a snow sled

Stick sticking out like it’s a forehead

No Instagram it can go live

I don’t fuck with niggas that play both sides

I keep smelt the dope when we drove past

Stopped to get some backwoods and some more gas

Bitch I’m fresher than a fucking Hebrew

If you owe me I see you

Walk in Valentino get a tee or two

Yellow black whip that’s that pickachu

Ran off on the plug in 09'

Just fucked a model wife with a bow tie

I’m with blood now might as well call 'em slime

All I see is money I think I’m going blind

Hater blockers on my face I call them the specs

Hit neimans we just ran through a check

Grab some Fn"ins we just ran through the techs

I just fucked her from the back on a fucking jet

No Instagram it can go live

I don’t fuck with niggas that play both sides

I keep smelt the dope when we drove past

Stopped to get some backwoods and some more gas

Bitch I’m fresher than a fucking Hebrew

If you owe me I see you

Walk in Valentino get a tee or two

Yellow black whip that’s that pickachu

Ball bring that money counter out boy

Y’all know what time it is

All we wanna see is red and blue nigga

Or I should say red and green nigga

Blood and money nigga

Uhuh

Rob a fuck nigga take his whole shit

Ran off with your pack you a whole bitch

Bitches in the trap I make them hoes strip

Them hoes don’t wanna fuck I make them hoes dip

I been getting money since like 06'

Phone booming I just moved a whole brick

Got 100 shot I shoot at your whole clique

Got 100 shot I shoot up your whole whip

Phone ringing damn all this money coming in

Remember being on the block selling 3 for 10

Try to rob shit I put one up in yo wig

I don’t carry 38. all I told is cigs

Let this beef get serious I smoke your kids

These niggas ain’t did what I did

Remember running from the cops had to hop the fence

And you can’t hang around if you ain’t popping shit

No Instagram it can go live

I don’t fuck with niggas that play both sides

I keep smelt the dope when we drove past

Stopped to get some backwoods and some more gas

Bitch I’m fresher than a fucking Hebrew

If you owe me I see you

Walk in Valentino get a tee or two

Yellow black whip that’s that pickachu

Boy I’m on that savage shit

Stop that rapping shit

I’ll hit your block up then chops automatic spit

Nigga we gon blast off

Fuck it mask on

Nigga said the with it, boy stop it they look mad soft

In the trap get bags off

We got mad soft

Bitch you ain’t off molly nigga, that’s some bath salt

Try to rob huh back off

Get you mad offed

Bitch I get that guap like a cash crow

No Instagram it can go live

I don’t fuck with niggas that play both sides

I keep smelt the dope when we drove past

Stopped to get some backwoods and some more gas

Bitch I’m fresher than a fucking Hebrew

If you owe me I see you

Walk in Valentino get a tee or two

Yellow black whip that’s that pickachu