Go Live (feat. Chief Keef, Ball Out, Fredo)-Tadoe/Chief Keef/Ball Out/Fredo

Aye wop go grab that tech man Tray Savage load that FN up Lil Boss load that s**t 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 f**k time it is man Splashing on these b***hes 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 b***h these the new cappers This our s**t n***a ain't no new trappers Going forward in this foreign like I can't move backwards You on the f**k s**t and take that button it a tap ya I'm with a white b***h 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 f**k with n***as that play both sides I keep smelt the d**e when we drove past Stopped to get some backwoods and some more gas B***h I'm fresher than a f**king 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 f**ked 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 Fnins we just ran through the techs I just f**ked her from the back on a f**king jet Ball bring that money counter out boy Y'all know what time it is All we wanna see is red and blue n***a Or I should say red and green n***a Blood and money n***a Uhuh Rob a f**k n***a take his whole s**t Ran off with your pack you a whole b***h B***hes in the trap I make them h*es strip Them h*es don't wanna f**k I make them h*es 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 d**n all this money coming in Remember being on the block selling 3 for 10 Try to rob s**t 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 n***as 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 s**t Boy I'm on that savage s**t Stop that rapping s**t I'll hit your block up then chops automatic spit N***a we gon blast off F**k it mask on N***a said the wit it Boy stop it they look mad soft In the trap get bags off We got mad soft B***h you ain't off molly n***a That's some bath salt Try to rob huh back off Get you mad offed B***h I get that guap like a cash crow