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El Gringo & Babyboii - There He Go Lyrics




Blow the choppa out the Range Rover
Do it if I say so
Throw it out like there he go, there he go, there he go
I said there he go, there he go
I point that choppa out the Range Rover
Do it if I say so
Throw it out like there he go, there he go, there he go
Yeah, I said there he go, there he go

Call your main bitch a gremlin
Give a f*ck who I'm offending
Pull up at your spot, Mac 10 or 11
F*ck that shit, shooting shit too fast
It's a problem that I have it's
No worries I mastered it
All these hoes on my dick
But you know I never f*ck with a trick
Wifey at home and she is hella thick
Keep her name outcha mouth
Unless you want to get hit with that motherf*cking stick
Just so you know my dick above average
Shoutout everyone who f*cked with the kid
Hit me up and tell me where you live
Pull up end lives fast as billy the kid
But nah man
I ain't ever been to Balmain
Shooters waiting on my call, man
Amp it up like guitar, man
Big shouts out to tunechi
In a gang no Gucci
Rubbing all up on her booty
Come here babe let's make a movie
There's a Louis bag across my f*cking chest
Ended way too lives
Now I'm sitting like what's next
Just committed a murder and now I'm banging on my chest
Cause when you up in the cut you must assert your dominance

Blow the choppa out the Range Rover
Do it if I say so
Throw it out like there he go, there he go, there he go
I said there he go, there he go
I point that choppa out the Range Rover
Do it if I say so
Throw it out like there he go, there he go, there he go
Yeah, I said there he go, there he go

Pulling up with the AR
But I ain't no school shooter
I don't f*ck with your boof hits
I'm razor sharp like a scooter
Hop off bitch, I'm on ten
We been rich, stunt often
Bitches don't think it be like that but it really f*cking is
F*ck you and all of your friends, we finna roll up this ain't no pretend
Don't even think about crossing us
I see the future I know how this ends
Bullet holes in garage doors
F*cking on your crew's whores
Might hit your girl now once more
Then pass her ass right next door
I ain't out the ghetto, bitch im from the norf norf
We got hella ammo, knocking at your front door
With yo' bitch, she give head
I'm not the type to make amends
We thrash hard and you eat lead
I f*cked yo bitch and spread her legs
Catch us rolling to your place, we ain't off no x doe
Bruh you think this is a game, this ain't no Nintendo
Saw yo ass run out the back, now there he go, now there he go
Now there he go, now there he go

Blow the choppa out the Range Rover
Do it if I say so
Throw it out like there he go, there he go, there he go
I said there he go, there he go
I point that choppa out the Range Rover
Do it if I say so
Throw it out like there he go, there he go, there he go
Yeah, I said there he go, there he go
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Blow the choppa out the Range Rover
Do it if I say so
Throw it out like there he go, there he go, there he go
I said there he go, there he go
I point that choppa out the Range Rover
Do it if I say so
Throw it out like there he go, there he go, there he go
Yeah, I said there he go, there he go

Call your main bitch a gremlin
Give a f*ck who I'm offending
Pull up at your spot, Mac 10 or 11
F*ck that shit, shooting shit too fast
It's a problem that I have it's
No worries I mastered it
All these hoes on my dick
But you know I never f*ck with a trick
Wifey at home and she is hella thick
Keep her name outcha mouth
Unless you want to get hit with that motherf*cking stick
Just so you know my dick above average
Shoutout everyone who f*cked with the kid
Hit me up and tell me where you live
Pull up end lives fast as billy the kid
But nah man
I ain't ever been to Balmain
Shooters waiting on my call, man
Amp it up like guitar, man
Big shouts out to tunechi
In a gang no Gucci
Rubbing all up on her booty
Come here babe let's make a movie
There's a Louis bag across my f*cking chest
Ended way too lives
Now I'm sitting like what's next
Just committed a murder and now I'm banging on my chest
Cause when you up in the cut you must assert your dominance

Blow the choppa out the Range Rover
Do it if I say so
Throw it out like there he go, there he go, there he go
I said there he go, there he go
I point that choppa out the Range Rover
Do it if I say so
Throw it out like there he go, there he go, there he go
Yeah, I said there he go, there he go

Pulling up with the AR
But I ain't no school shooter
I don't f*ck with your boof hits
I'm razor sharp like a scooter
Hop off bitch, I'm on ten
We been rich, stunt often
Bitches don't think it be like that but it really f*cking is
F*ck you and all of your friends, we finna roll up this ain't no pretend
Don't even think about crossing us
I see the future I know how this ends
Bullet holes in garage doors
F*cking on your crew's whores
Might hit your girl now once more
Then pass her ass right next door
I ain't out the ghetto, bitch im from the norf norf
We got hella ammo, knocking at your front door
With yo' bitch, she give head
I'm not the type to make amends
We thrash hard and you eat lead
I f*cked yo bitch and spread her legs
Catch us rolling to your place, we ain't off no x doe
Bruh you think this is a game, this ain't no Nintendo
Saw yo ass run out the back, now there he go, now there he go
Now there he go, now there he go

Blow the choppa out the Range Rover
Do it if I say so
Throw it out like there he go, there he go, there he go
I said there he go, there he go
I point that choppa out the Range Rover
Do it if I say so
Throw it out like there he go, there he go, there he go
Yeah, I said there he go, there he go
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Writer: Andrew Atwood, Julian Voitek
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