I Go Lyrics – Rio Da Yung Og, Fblmanny

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Yeah
Gaffle
Gaffle

I go lamb child
I go chrome socks
I go chrome glock
I go gold pop
I go dog s*it
Boy, I'm having no opps
I go four pops
I go four watches
I go five diamond lynx
What you know about it
I go one carry each ear
I go 24,000 a piece, n!gga
I go three, n!gga
I go activision red
I go green, n!gga

Yeah
I went manny
I go fbm
I go five million dollars that I made in jail
This n!gga went rap
I can't believe he said they made him chill
I go, hold bill is that
I go break the scale
I go escalade v, but I ain't with trio
I go wifey, everything
I know you all wish I stayed in jail
I go, I go, I go

I go five in a small pot
I go small glot
I'm looking for them n!ggas
We go all spots
We hit every spot
I go pina quay and I drink every drop
I never stopped
They made a big mistake when they let me out
I'll break this b!tch down the rocks and go granny house
I got 150 for my brother lawyer, let my family out

She used to love my draw, she can't stand me now
I pay 8,000 for these pants, I didn't go have me down
We came draco in the club, you can't pat me down
I got all my trust in you and then you let me down
I'm gone

I go 20k for this fit, ain't even count a jury
I go ap for the watch, I don't know why n!ggas curious
I go lg for the coupe, I pull up fast and fierce
I go red guts on the seat like the b!tch is on her period
I went top flow on the pin so the up boy can't get near her
I went chromeheart for the jeans, know these are not a mirror
If I do the crime, I do the time, though I won't drop a tear

I went mind records
When I'm fresh up all the check, they say we're flying records
I went plane crash in the slap, it got me flying better
I go 30 in the path, I feel it slide better
I go fat ass in my lap, think she's a b b yella
I go rest and hit up, pat them, print that s*it together
I go foreign b!tch, I'm still me, her had to tell it
I go spike the beverage
I go what that's in your cup, I don't need no way to tell it
I go glock, you been on buck, I sent you that s*it to melly
I go hamsellers in my pocket, like I work the daily
I go 6k for the f-o-1s, it's like I sign a nelly

Hey, man, we having a paper tile party with the money, though
Yeah, we have a paper tile party with the money, though
Yeah, they're bulls*it
They're bulls*it

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