D-Money Duhh - On Go

All my shooters on go ,all my shooters on go
My shooters on go
All my shooters on go
All my shooters on go
Dem niggas on go
One txt and they at ya throat , one txt and they at ya throat ( One txt one txt)
All my shooters on go, all my shooters on go
Duck duck goose , my Glock choose you
Now watcha gone do. Bet not make a move
I got snipers on the roof
One false move and you're gonna make the news
One plus one well I think that equals is two
So that's two big Glocks and one lil you
Damn I'm on a roll mane they dropping by the 4
I caught em creeping up the road
I was walking out the sto
Monte yelled there they go
Then he tossed me the foe
I sent shots through the doe
I was tryna let it go
But my niggas told me no
So I lit the bitch up
Put the pedal to the flo
Mane I swear that i was tryna let it go but my killas told me no
When it's up der it's stuck der
We on ya ass like swim wear
I keep a mask like quick care
Catch ya at a red light
And leave ya car just sitting there
White flashes last thing he seen
Nigga shouldn't have been sitting there
Red light and a green beam thats a nigga worst night mare
If I up it ima buss it
We don't do no talking mothAfuck a discussion
Middle of the night bitch we riding round clutching
Word round town is a nigga can't touch us
If I up it ima buss it
We don't do no talking mothAfuck a discussion
Middle of the night bitch we riding round clutching
Word round town is a nigga can't touch us

All my shooters on go ,all my shooters on go
My shooters on go
All my shooters on go
All my shooters on go
Dem niggas on go
One txt and they at ya throat , one txt and they at ya throat ( One txt one txt)
All my shooters on go, all my shooters on go

Written by:
Demetri Roberts

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