Watermac Music - GO (feat. Bigg Zacc 214) Lyrics

Ayy, Big Zacc, ayy, you know, comin' where we come from
We was raised to be some go-getters
We constantly had to stay ready for gettin' ready
So, when certain shit jump off
Shit, it's in our nature just to go
Watermac Music, Big Zac 214
Let go

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Grinding all day on the regular, go
Hunt for the kill like a predator, go
This real life, no metaphor, no
Trap all day, I'm irregular, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
On the go, aimin' for the kill
Up for three days on the pill
101 trap is a skill
Street life, tell me how you feel

I been hustlin' all night
Been this way my whole life
If you want that hard white
Go around the back, alright
If you want that soft white
It bounce right back it do you right
If you want that good green
Wait until the green light
I been trappin' since 13
Nigga, just don't talk about it
Really jammed up by them feds, nigga
I can't speak about it
I been trappin' for so long
Even when I came back home and quit after seven years
And came back, that breakdown still was known
Left the game but never left it
I thought I had been intercepted
In the fourth with 30 seconds
Pushin' to my last breath in
Mind sharp just like a weapon
Ain't no question what I'm repping
I go in just like a FN
Watch your toe before you step in

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Grinding all day on the regular, go
Hunt for the kill like a predator, go
This real life, no metaphor, no
Trap all day, I'm irregular, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
On the go, aimin' for the kill
Up for three days on the pill
101 trap is a skill
Street life, tell me how you feel

Lay it down I'm a crook for life
If life was a gamble I got loaded dice
My pops said, son, you only get one life
So I'm livin' my life like I might die tonight
To see my plug, I gotta catch a flight
You ain't caught no bodies, you ain't earned no stripes
Niggas got cut short to reach these heights
Had to take shortcuts to live this life
Hard head, cutthroat, yeah, that's me
Put your face on your homeboy white tee
Mercedes Benz, I done bought about three
Big boy shit, nigga, AMG
Still in the game, cause I love to rush
I done pimp hoes that I never f*cked
I done sold drugs that I never touched
Feds in my house, I ain't tell them nothin'
Bounce right back, I'm a hustler, homie
I'll front your little brother, he a customer, homie
Hood rich in the trap, eatin' fried bologna
Montana with the blow, you can call me Tony
You can smell when I'm cookin' this d-d-d-rock
I'm the same old nigga from the d-d-d-block
Took the money from the trap and invested in stock
You can press pause, but I still wouldn't stop

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Grinding all day on the regular, go
Hunt for the kill like a predator, go
This real life, no metaphor, no
Trap all day, I'm irregular, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
On the go, aimin' for the kill
Up for three days on the pill
101 trap is a skill
Street life, tell me how you feel

On the go, nigga
Go