Go Gettas lyrics

[Intro: Wais P]
Ground Creepers (Let's creep!)
Yeah, son of a!
Come on! (Keep keeping on)

[Verse 1: Wais P]
Frozen face, look at my wrist where the magic at
Pimp's spots just f*cked up, it's where the ratchets at
On the track is where it happened at, the Blade
b*tches seranade my escapades outta Escalades
Denalis and Range Rover, Highbridge
My chain swinging in the hood, that b*tch n*gga got the hot heads
Look at my iris, pupils bloodshot like a drunken Iris
So fly, I‘m doing shots with the pilot
30 000 feet reading 'bout the sky mall
But all I want is the asian flight attendant on my balls
Kaleidoscope diamonds, rollercoaster whips
Soon as you hit the bar, I'm at your table toasting with your b*tch
Shoulda bought a bottle, just take a loss
Come around me with a hot head, I turn it into hot sauce
Blow your brains out your skull n*gga, memory loss
Wais P the f*cking pimp, truly yours

[Chorus: Wais P]
Bandana over the money stack
b*tch get my paper, come and run it back (Run it back)
Look at little shorty with the hundred pack (What)
He got dreams of sipping lean in a Cadillac
I had to tell him, living life as a felon
Ain't all that it seemed to be, it's even better
Pendants on your chain, diamonds in your favorite letters (What)
Guns under the seat, the life of a go getta, argh (Keep keepin on)
[Verse 2: Sean Price]
Grit, grimy tooth and nail
Serve me, play the ukelele while I'm doing rails
Bowl of escargot, oh I'm doing snails
Used to sell crack, now I'm rapping, I‘m doing well
Hm, the best rapper out now
Neck snappers get clapped and shout like Al
P, I'm not your motherf*cking friend fam
f*ck the kee-kee, bo-bo and the flim flam
I'm hot, creepers creep the .4-4, I been bad
Let's get physical, pull the pistol from my gym bag
Haha, you deserve to have felons
Carve up your face, straight Ferdinand Magellan
Tuh, this that GMR sh*t
Breathe these bars, you need CPR b*tch
The go getta Sean
n*ggas know better, same low sweater on, P!

[Chorus: Wais P]
Bandana over the money stack
b*tch get my paper, come and run it back (Run it back)
Look at little shorty with the hundred pack (What)
He got dreams of sipping lean in a Cadillac
I had to tell him, living life as a felon
Ain't all that it seemed to be, it's even better
Pendants on your chain, diamonds in your favorite letters (What)
Guns under the seat, the life of a go getta, argh (Keep keepin on)
[Verse 3: Tek]
Uh, sing your songs of survival
I tower over peons like the Eiffel
Trifle, n*ggas, I make 'em starve
Your fur's too short to cop from the god (keep it on)
No consignment, all C-O-D
The price is the price, that's my T-A-G
It gets better, if you cop heavy
My OGs been slinging dope since Rocksteady
Uh, I got the glow of the golden child
Seasick, Queens, n*gga should have been the poster child
Get caught up in my current, y'all n*ggas ain't swimmers
It's a major difference between me and beginners
Competitive 6 thrower, the G-spots know me
Your MCM call me big homie
Fifteen hundred for the Gucci attire
If the bag is right, I'll make your hot sh*t fire (Smoke)

[Chorus: Wais P]
Bandana over the money stack
b*tch get my paper, come and run it back (Run it back)
Look at little shorty with the hundred pack (What)
He got dreams of sipping lean in a Cadillac
I had to tell him, living life as a felon
Ain't all that it seemed to be, it's even better
Pendants on your chain, diamonds in your favorite letters (What)
Guns under the seat, the life of a go getta, argh (Keep keepin on)