T-Money - GoToHell (feat. Plug2Slimey)

Yeah, you already know what the fuck it is, nigga
Straight gang, no lame shit, nigga
And if you ain't gang, you can hang
Bitch, get your brain split, bitch
Stupid girl, be for real, she probably tell me go to hell
Gotta put up with ah Aries, it's okay, she thick as hell
And the feds givin' out Ricos, we can't send it through the mail
357, it get real, cause when we spin won't drop ah shell
Stupid girl, be for real, she probably tell me go to hell
Gotta put up with ah Aries, it's okay, she thick as hell
And the feds givin' out Ricos, we can't send it through the mail
357, it get real, cause when we spin won't drop ah shell
I ain't givin' out no drop, we see that drop, bodies gon' drop
Bae I'm focused on the block, you always worried bout my cock
I ain't worried bout no ops, I got this Glock, I bust your top
You can't fit in with the gang, I heard your bitch-ass talk to cops
I heard he lookin' for T-Money, tell dat nigga, send his drop
Uncle Dude cried like ah bitch, cause he got hit, his bitch-ass drop
Finesse God all in my mentions, tell him, bro, I let it rock
You ain't speakin' to my father when I say come hear my pops
Stupid girl, be for real, she probably tell me go to hell
Gotta put up with ah Aries, it's okay, she thick as hell
And the feds givin' out Ricos, we can't send it through the mail
357, it get real, cause what we spin won't drop ah shell
Stupid girl, be for real, she probably tell me go to hell
Gotta put up with ah Aries, it's okay, she thick as hell
And the feds givin' out Ricos, we can't send it through the mail
357, it get real, cause what we spin won't drop ah shell
I don't fuck with new niggas, boy, you know that shit ain't law
And they ain't speakin' on Lil' Plug, cause if they did, I'd spark my dog
And they ain't never show me no love, but want support man that shit off
Some shit I couldn't afford back then, but now, bitch, I buy it all
Niggas lyin', yeah, they willin', ain't hard to find, go send that message
Bruhh hit out dat car put shit on ah stretcher, locked in with T-Money, that nigga my stepper
Can't fuck with ah nigga, that fold under preasure, I slide for my brother, I click at who ever
I was down to the shore, hadda make shit better, I was taught to go hustle, young nigga don't let up
Been smokin' good all night, doin' shits in my sixes, feel like Mike
Straight standin' on business, nigga, fight for your life, how the fuck is you with it, but fold up on sight
Straight spankin' them niggas, and I wasn't even tight, bruhh got hit in his shit, now his face needs some ice
Ain't fuckin' with them bitch niggas, them niggas hide, put ur man in the air, man dis shit got me high
I'm back and I'm better, new shit bout to drop, Man free, Lil Leek, he be back on that block
Man long live the men putting shit up on lock, Can't speak on the men, cause that shit gettin' stopped
The youngest gon' win, no matter the cost
He got put in the air, cause he thought he got heart
Took L to the chin, and I still never dropped
It's ah matter of time before your ass get popped

Written by:
Antonio Drain

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