Go Long lyrics
by DOM KENNEDY
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
If you ain't a real n*gga, get the f*ck away from me
In other words, go long (b*tch n*gga, go long)
If you ain't a real n*gga, get the f*ck away from me
In other words, go long (b*tch n*gga, go long)
If you ain't a real n*gga, get the f*ck away from me
In other words, go long (b*tch n*gga, go long)
'Cause you don't want me to put my
I said you don't want me to put my slap hand on yo' dome
b*tch n*gga, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real n*gga, go long
b*tch n*gga, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real n*gga, go long
b*tch n*gga, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real n*gga, go long
b*tch n*gga, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real n*gga, go long
[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, I'm forever the flyest, my revenue rise
My hustle is strivin', don't have to take no consignment
I'm drivin' a 6, got a selection of kicks
And it's not your day if I'm selecting your b*tch
I got a watch on my wrist, it's made by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that sh*t you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents, making dollars and cents
I made an honest attempt, take my dollars and split
Amongst Impalas and Crips, I'm talking violence and sh*t
Without no sign it exists, I made my mind, this is it
I weighed the risk and the reward and put my grind to this sh*t
And now the money, the power, I'm entitled to this
And all the hatin' and debatin', that's the cowardice sh*t
Plymouth Rock, you ain't believe 'til I arrived at this sh*t
So hatin' n*gga, go long or you can die where you sit, uh
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
If you ain't a real n*gga, get the f*ck away from me
In other words, go long (b*tch n*gga, go long)
If you ain't a real n*gga, get the f*ck away from me
In other words, go long (b*tch n*gga, go long)
If you ain't a real n*gga, get the f*ck away from me
In other words, go long (b*tch n*gga, go long)
'Cause you don't want me to put my
I said you don't want me to put my slap hand on yo' dome
b*tch n*gga, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real n*gga, go long
b*tch n*gga, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real n*gga, go long
b*tch n*gga, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real n*gga, go long
b*tch n*gga, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real n*gga, go long
[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
Who your OG is, cuz? His name DJ Screw
Nowadays that's my n*gga DJ Eric
If it ain't him I see like, "DJ who?"
I got a b*tch looking so fast, every time I do it people be mad
They want a replay, fool
I ain't even in the vehicle im still road raging
Hand cannon knocking vehicles off the freeway, too
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' with my n*gga Nipsey
We f*cked up way past a little tipsy
Goddamnit, that's the second goddamn thing that this week I'm waiting on
Triple-A to come and get me
FN on a daily basis unless I'm at war
And if am I'm rolling with the fifty
Ain't talking bout a pistol either, b*tch, millimeters, b*tch
And if you ain't behind it then you don't wanna see this sh*t
Put your glasses on
Yeah, officer I had it but I passed it on
I'm in and out the airport, no cash involved
White b*tch, big tits, no ass at all, just a bag of raw
I gotta keep it on the low
If a b*tch n*gga see it he gon' raise up his hands and tell it
But all the real n*ggas see it, and they ain't seen sh*t
Bet I can check a hundred thousand by breakfast
[Verse 3: Slim Thug]
It's the same old Thugger, still the same Hustler
Still going up, I ain't never going down
I do this rap sh*t just to rep for my town
Got a crib out in Cali in the hills blowing pounds
Minding my business, me and my b*tches, roll so low whenever I go get it
It be your best friends have you in the pen snitchin'
Put money in his pocket, n*gga still turn witness
My circle small, I don't f*ck with y'all
You say you won the trial, I heard you told it all
Asking me for work, b*tch n*gga, hell nah
You 5K1, I done seen your file
You n*ggas fake, you n*ggas snakes
When you see my face don't touch your brakes
I ain't tryin' to end up in that place
Get the f*ck on, go long, that'a way
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
If you ain't a real n*gga, get the f*ck away from me
In other words, go long (b*tch n*gga, go long)
If you ain't a real n*gga, get the f*ck away from me
In other words, go long (b*tch n*gga, go long)
If you ain't a real n*gga, get the f*ck away from me
In other words, go long (b*tch n*gga, go long)
'Cause you don't want me to put my
I said you don't want me to put my slap hand on yo' dome
b*tch n*gga, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real n*gga, go long
b*tch n*gga, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real n*gga, go long
b*tch n*gga, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real n*gga, go long
b*tch n*gga, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real n*gga, go long