Young Thug – That Go! Lyrics | New Today Lyrics

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[Intro](Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]Yeah, this 20 a pill, ran up a check
This Patek baguetty, made twenty more mil’
Drop on the opp, got the drum on the chopper and go to the Hills
My youngin on Call of Duty with that chopper and he wanna kill
Yeah, shitted on a nigga, did it on purpose
I tell my other bitch, “Go with my other bitch”
I take my other bitch a new Birkin
Pretty white toes, pussy was perfect
Fuck in the back, in the back with the curtains
Fuck from the back, and this bitch started squirtin’
No, you didn’t get this shit on my Persian
Ooh, go get this bitch a new Presi’, cool
I drive my car, how I’m feelin’? She outta lane, shе healin’
Now she on a plane, shе chillin’ and she post a pic on the ‘Gram, you feel it?
I know that nigga wanna kill it ’cause she in a villa, go handle Tequila
Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb’, me and Jigga, woah

[Chorus: T-Shyne]Woah, this that go shit (Yeah)
Lil’ bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don’t know shit (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought up Backwoods, sodas and Trojans (Yeah)
It’s like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin’ more in
Woah, this that go shit (That go shit)
This that stuntin’ on niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let’s go)
My track boomin’, these niggas out here ain’t havin’ no more shit (No more shit)
Back in the day we was hoppin’ in whips and ridin’ ’em stolen (Skrrt)

[Verse 2: T-Shyne]Rolls-Royce truck with the freak of the week
Chasin’ the dreams, I’ma pass her to Meek
Nigga, I’m a wolf, can’t hang with the sheep
Water on my neck, wear my chain at the beach
Pull up to your block with a motherfuckin’ thotty
Every nigga with me down to go and catch a body
Y’all niggas trappin’ out the hotel lobby
Why you niggas [?] like a motherfuckin’ [?]?
I’m on the track with a thick bitch
Yeah, I used to hustle, had to risk it
Most you niggas fried like a fishstick
If he a snitch, can’t kick it
I’m with the gang and we deep in
Just like a dog, put a nigga to sleep
Bad lil’ bitch try to send me on the sneak
No TLC, but a nigga gotta creep
Shoot it like JJ (JJ), spin a nigga block like Beyblade
If I hit the block it’s a payday, hurricane [?]Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb’, me and Thugger (Slime)
Killin’ the crib with no cutter, feelin’ like Ving Rhames, it’s guns and butter

[Chorus: T-Shyne]Woah, this that go shit (Yeah)
Lil’ bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don’t know shit (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought up Backwoods, sodas and Trojans (Yeah)
It’s like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin’ more in
Woah, this that go shit (That go shit)
This that stuntin’ on niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let’s go)
My track boomin’, these niggas out here ain’t havin’ no more shit (No more shit)
Back in the day we was hoppin’ in whips and ridin’ ’em stolen (Skrrt)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]Abracadabra, my bitch way badder, my wrist out the motherfuckin’ batter (Slatt)
Fish park, ayy, I smoke on her face, green diamonds, I fucked up my bladder (Yeah)
Motherfuck a trend, I been with my kids in the spot ’cause family matter (On God)
Everything else you speakin’ ’bout, might get your ass whooped like a paddle (Slatt)
Yeah, no scare, no scare without, I spent twenty mil’ on a crib, paid out
If you thought this bitch was real
Got my phone, you fine as hell
In designer, but I will kill
In a [?], I can tell, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah)
My bitch, wrist clean, I flex, no, man, I am the king (The king)
Hundred bands, clean up the scene (On God)
Had your wife, and you thought it was a dream
Nigga came through the door with the blind
I took off in a foreign machine (Sex)

[Chorus: T-Shyne]Woah, this that go shit (Yeah)
Lil’ bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don’t know shit (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought up Backwoods, sodas and Trojans (Yeah)
It’s like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin’ more in
Woah, this that go shit (That go shit)
This that stuntin’ on niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let’s go)
My track boomin’, these niggas out here ain’t havin’ no more shit (No more shit)
Back in the day we was hoppin’ in whips and ridin’ ’em stolen (Skrrt)

[Outro: T-Shyne]Big racks, spendin’ big racks, that’s big business
Pull up to the club with a pole on me, niggas thinkin’ I been fishin’
Find me on a yacht full of bad-ass bitches like, “Ho, I’m really pimpin’”