Baby C4 - GO!

Fishbowl, No tint
Walk round wit a cold scent
Everytime i pop out wit this heat i shoot up more shit
Hunnid round, 4 shit
4 killers 4 sticks
Everytime my bro hop out that whip he tryna fold shit
GO! yea, I dont plan on being famous
Bitch im tryna get rich ill touch that M and still be dangerous
I touch that mic you know im fye the hottest on your playlist
Hit her off this drank dont know her name she left me brainless
I can smoke a opp real quick you know my name c4
I cant mention what i saw just know i never told
If you tell a tell we sending hell and thats the code
Almost crashed the whip aint stop for red cus im on go
Might go spank your mans ill get the switch and
I could of wacked that boy but fuck it ill let em live
I know the niggas who dying to live already been through it i know how it is
Fuck it i gave him a strike now he doubling back on gang now nigga you dead huh
GO! Nigga stop playing go
fuck what they saying, go
Heat up his mans, go
Ain't no red, go
Pack that lead, go
We painting them pictures of em, Hop in that van go
GO! Nigga stop playing go
fuck what they saying, go
Heat up his mans, go
Ain't no red, go
Pack that lead, go
We painting them pictures of em, Hop in that van go
Huh, Grab your switch, Nigga get spanked
So many bands in my cargos shit feel like im holding the bank
Tote me a nine like drew, This shit is a breeze i feel like a saint
She said you was a lame i give her a time i do what you cant
Nigga aint shot his stick he shaking that gun like magic city
Feel like a bad boy pistol p but nigga im from diddy
He tryna run off quick but the shit i tote gon make shit tricky
Water whipping, You still on your ass yo life is shitty
Hit that gas, Go
Get that bag, Go
Grab that mask, Go
Fuck around i split his top, That nigga keep on talking
He gon find out the ones i step wit they just do the chalking
Feel like im crazy just like ye, I ball em out like spalding
I Roll em up inside this jay, His bitch ass keep on talking
These niggas say they cut but im that one that do the sawing
These niggas capping we gon pack em up and we gon haul em, GO!, Yea
GO! Nigga stop playing go
fuck what they saying, go
Heat up his mans, go
Ain't no red, go
Pack that lead, go
We painting them pictures of em, Hop in that van go
GO! Nigga stop playing go
fuck what they saying, go
Heat up his mans, go
Ain't no red, go
Pack that lead, go
We painting them pictures of em, Hop in that van go

Written by:
Kevin Harris

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