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Performed By: G Perico
Featuring: Bino Rideaux
Language: English
Length: 2:32
Written by: Branden Webb, Jeremy Issac Nash




G Perico - Go Lyrics




[ Featuring Bino Rideaux ]

Lil kick back but still got another corner to hit
After this mission, nigga, 'bout to go touring and shit
Gotta grab this cash and take it to another level
Sittin' still don't fit nowhere in my schedule
All my homies is real, they know what's up
Gotta be ready whenever the time come and get your grind goin'
Movin' so gangster
Gotta stay close to the bottom 'cause niggas made me there
She like a nigga better with my braided hair
But my shit look cold when my curls get wet
Big Magic couldn't stop drinkin', Stone couldn't stop shootin'
I can't stop ballin', Sunset drive me stupid
Lookin' for the come up
I searched all around the hood and still couldn't find nothin'
What you think I'ma do, sit still, wasting time?
Bitch, I'm going for it, I only get one life
It's G

Ridin' with the .40 on my hip
(I keep my four on my hip, I keep my four on my hip)
Money make me go up on a bitch
(Got up and go on a bitch, got up and go on a bitch)
Go up, I'ma show up with a stick
(Pull up and show on a stick, pull up and show on a stick)
Just a young street nigga gettin' rich
(Young street nigga gettin' rich, young street nigga gettin' rich)

Really been feelin' like South Central tryna get me
Four niggas in the old ass seven-fifty
Got the four on my lap, I'm swerving off at the light
Gotta jump out bustin', if they make this right
That AMG got too much power
The homie fried his brain from snorting too much powder
Tryna move to Calabasas, a couple million on my palace
Just California dreaming in this gangster traffic
California money, California hustlers
Them California gangs known for smokin' motherf*ckers
Young street nigga know how to navigate
You ain't got money, how the f*ck you gon' retaliate?
Young Mack goin' up on a bitch
A couple hundred thousand dollars up on a bitch
Run through your city then run through this end
This no pretend

Ridin' with the .40 on my hip
(I keep my four on my hip, I keep my four on my hip)
Money make me go up on a bitch
(Got up and go on a bitch, got up and go on a bitch)
Go up, I'ma show up with a stick
(Pull up and show on a stick, pull up and show on a stick)
Just a young street nigga gettin' rich
(Young street nigga gettin' rich, young street nigga gettin' rich)
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Lil kick back but still got another corner to hit
After this mission, nigga, 'bout to go touring and shit
Gotta grab this cash and take it to another level
Sittin' still don't fit nowhere in my schedule
All my homies is real, they know what's up
Gotta be ready whenever the time come and get your grind goin'
Movin' so gangster
Gotta stay close to the bottom 'cause niggas made me there
She like a nigga better with my braided hair
But my shit look cold when my curls get wet
Big Magic couldn't stop drinkin', Stone couldn't stop shootin'
I can't stop ballin', Sunset drive me stupid
Lookin' for the come up
I searched all around the hood and still couldn't find nothin'
What you think I'ma do, sit still, wasting time?
Bitch, I'm going for it, I only get one life
It's G

Ridin' with the .40 on my hip
(I keep my four on my hip, I keep my four on my hip)
Money make me go up on a bitch
(Got up and go on a bitch, got up and go on a bitch)
Go up, I'ma show up with a stick
(Pull up and show on a stick, pull up and show on a stick)
Just a young street nigga gettin' rich
(Young street nigga gettin' rich, young street nigga gettin' rich)

Really been feelin' like South Central tryna get me
Four niggas in the old ass seven-fifty
Got the four on my lap, I'm swerving off at the light
Gotta jump out bustin', if they make this right
That AMG got too much power
The homie fried his brain from snorting too much powder
Tryna move to Calabasas, a couple million on my palace
Just California dreaming in this gangster traffic
California money, California hustlers
Them California gangs known for smokin' motherf*ckers
Young street nigga know how to navigate
You ain't got money, how the f*ck you gon' retaliate?
Young Mack goin' up on a bitch
A couple hundred thousand dollars up on a bitch
Run through your city then run through this end
This no pretend

Ridin' with the .40 on my hip
(I keep my four on my hip, I keep my four on my hip)
Money make me go up on a bitch
(Got up and go on a bitch, got up and go on a bitch)
Go up, I'ma show up with a stick
(Pull up and show on a stick, pull up and show on a stick)
Just a young street nigga gettin' rich
(Young street nigga gettin' rich, young street nigga gettin' rich)
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Writer: Branden Webb, Jeremy Issac Nash
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING

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