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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rio Da Yung OG
Performer
FBLMANNY
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
Songwriter
Ernest Adams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
EJ Stellar
Producer
Skyler Gibbons
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, gaffer, gaffer, uh
[Verse 1]
I go Lamb Chop, I go Chrome Sox
I go chrome Glock, I go gold pop
I go dog shit, boy, I'm havin' no opps
I go four pops, I go four watches
I go five diamond links, what you know 'bout it?
I go one carat each ear, twenty-four thousand
A piece of ****, I go three, ****
I go Activist and red, I go green, ****
Yeah
[Verse 2]
I'm with Manny, I go FBL
I go five million dollars that I made in jail
This **** went rat, I can't believe he said they made him tell
I go whole bill is out, I go break the scale
I go Escalade V, but I ain't with Trell
I go Wafi, everything, I know y'all wish I stayed in jail
I go, I go, I go
[Verse 3]
I go five in a small pot, I go small Glock
I'm lookin' for them ****, we go all spots
We hit every spot
I go pint of Quagen and I drink every drop, I never stop
They made a big mistake when they let me out
I'll break this bitch down to rocks and go Granny house
I go one-fifty for my brother's lawyer, let my family out
She used to love my drawers, she can't stand me now
I pay eight thousand for these pants, I didn't go hand me down
We came Draco in the club, you can't pat me down
I go all my trust in you and then you let me down, I'm gone
[Verse 4]
I go twenty K for this fit, I ain't even count the jewelry, uh
I go AP for the watch, I don't know why **** curious, uh
I go AMG for the coupe, I pull up fast and furious, uh
I go red guts on the seat like the bitches on her period, uh
I went top floor on the pent so the opp boy can't get near, uh
I went Chrome Heart for the jeans, no, these are not Amiris
If I do the crime, I do the time, no, I won't drop a tear
[Verse 5]
Uh, uh, I went MINE Records, uh
And I'm fresh off all the jet, they say we flyin' wreckers, uh
I went plane crash and the slap, it got me flyin' better
I go thirty in that Pappa, I feel it slide better, uh
I go fat ass in my lap, think she's a BBL-er, uh
I go Rast and hit up Pat, I'm puttin' that shit together, uh
I go foreign bitch, I'm still, meet her at the telly, uh
I go spike the berries, uh
I go what that's in your cup, I don't need no wet to tell it, uh
I go Glock, you band, I buck, I send shots, it's a milli'
I go hand-signers in my pocket like I work the deli
I go 6K for these Air Force One's, it's like I signed a Nelly
Written by: Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough, Ernest Adams