Go Cart lyrics

by

RTB MB


[Intro: L NUN]
Yeah

[Verse 1: L NUN]
Yeah, we got exotic 'bows, give me forty-eight a P
You can give me fifteen hundred, I ain’t taxin' for the fee
We can't pay you for the job ’cause the n*gga still breathin'
Thirty pokin' out the Glock, so I know the n*gga seen it
I just di*ked your b*tch down, now she want more Percs
I just pushed the McLaren like a f*ckin' go-kart
I slapped di*k on her face 'cause she got a bad mouth
The play was set for you to win, but you ran a bad route
You say you comin' from Columbus? I'll meet you in the middle
I still make a large profit when I'm workin’ with a little
You can’t think close-minded if you wanna go far
The competition easin' up, now it’s time to go hard
sh*t, give me five minutes, meet me at the Chevron
sh*t, I gotta move cautious 'cause this sh*t a marathon
b*tch, I smell like Creed and you smell like defeat
I can get a n*gga touched, but I'm out of n*ggas' reach
When you was learnin’ how to drive, I was shootin' OT
I ain't never heard of n*ggas, but they swear they know me
Them n*ggas slid four deep, turned into a ghost-ride
We goin' off what bro said, ain't gotta know both sides

[Verse 2: RTB MB]
We ain't playin' in the park, but we 'bout to go slide
Bro hit him with that chop and I heard they both died
You talkin' crazy on the 'Gram, but in person, so shy
That Drac' made his shoulder lean, I'm gettin' Young Dro vibes
b*tch, what you doin'? Pass that weed, tryna get my mind right
For that pape', what would you do? Treat her like a Klondike
We on the opp heels like a b*tch on her prom night
She mad I popped a Perc-10, we finna have a long night
We just smoked an opp and his ghost, get him gone twice
Drunk as hell, f*cked three hoes, made me take the wrong flight
Charge a n*gga 5K for an eight that's on ice
Grab your bags and go left 'til you get your tone right
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