Phuzz - Gotta Go (feat. STR Wild)

64 O's down da road
Trynna triple up da load
You know when I get it in
It got to go
Anywhere I go
I sell that shit out like a store
I got these packs ain't even show em
I already got em sold
Having rich sex
She gon ride me like a Harley
Concierge tell me that I'm stinking up da lobby
I been pushing weight up da interstate
Ran up 100k
Just waiting on a pussy boy to try me
I know he won't try me
Won't play me
I know that he heard that I'm crazy
I know he don't wanna die forreal
Know that he heard that I'm Wild forreal
I'm in da gutta
It's not hard to find me
I'm balling like Gotti
.556 rip thru bodies
I hope it feel like a train hit him
I hope when I catch him
He got his gang wit him
All of them tweets
Man you know he ain't mean it
I seen him in person
Man you should have seen him
Turning your back on your brother
That's treason
They screaming loyalty
Don't know da meaning
She calling my phone
But know I got to get it
Only take one call
They pack it n ship it
Trap out da Westin
I'm packing a Smith n
I don't like talkin
But we get that shit in
64 O's down da road
Trynna triple up da load
You know when I get it in
It got to go
Anywhere I go
I sell that shit out like a store
I got these packs ain't even show em
I already got em sold
Having rich sex
She gon ride me like a Harley
Concierge tell me that I'm stinking up da lobby
I been pushing weight up da interstate
Ran up 100k
Just waiting on a pussy boy to try me
Waiting on a pack
Da plug called n said he sent it
He said I'm gon get rich off this load
I know he meant it
Da numbers that he pitched me
I ain't never gon mention
I flew across da country
Just to get a better ticket
This money I'm flipping
I never could pivot
Stars in da ceiling
Done cleared up my vision
Running alone
Don't see no competition
I'll still have more cake
Even if we was splitting
He said it's a drought
He don't know what he talkin bout
We was bussing 50 pound plays
In da parking lot
I ain't trust him
Had to bring da Drake
To da park & ride
Wit my bitch
On a date
Took her purse
Put my Glock inside
Cutting da head of da snake
They can't slime me
Can't remember your name
Bae you got to remind me
I been serving state to state
Like Verizon
Bought in too many plates
Uncle Sam trynna fine me
64 O's down da road
Trynna triple up da load
You know when I get it in
It got to go
Anywhere I go
I sell that shit out like a store
I got these packs ain't even show em
I already got em sold
Having rich sex
She gon ride me like a Harley
Concierge tell me that I'm stinking up da lobby
I been pushing weight up da interstate
Ran up 100k
Just waiting on a pussy boy to try me

Written by:
TaVon Francis

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