GO LIVE

[Chorus]
Bitch, I've been a joint, yeah, a joint for a long time
And you know I keep four-five
All these racks on a nigga out the field, finna go live
Finna go live, finna go live

[Verse 1]
Ling Ling flow, I'm that nigga that you wanna be
Dumb-ass nigga, get a bag, what you broke for?
My niggas iced out, sticked up, and we got loaf
Triple Cross, hit a nigga with the back door
Mixin' Tuss with the Tris, finna sip pour
Whole kilo on my neck, I'm Mr. Get Dough
All this cash like I'm workin' at the bank type
In and out, yeah, we tryna get the safe type
Raw chili, raw chili all a nigga know
Take a look at my neck, that's a pot of gold
(Raw chili, raw chili all a nigga know)
(Take a look at my neck, that's a pot of gold)
Take a look at my wrist, that's a plain jane
Take a look at my 'fit, it's exclusive
This is not a Tesla, this elusive
I'm in the future and the past and you stuck there
Once I tell the nigga it's up, then it's stuck there
Three of Quagen, finna pour it in an Act' soda
Orange chicken, I ain't wearin' that other shit
Too many watches, gotta get me another wrist
Too many hoes, but I'm still tryna knock a bitch
Head coach, got me feelin' like Popovich
Too Greedy scholar, but I didn't get a scholarship
These niggas cap than a bitch, niggas fradulent
Niggas missin' all these shots, so I'm ball hoggin'
Top nigga CEO, I'm a shot caller
Big dog, yeah, somethin' like a rottweiler
I'm blowin' up in this bitch like a firework

[Chorus]
Bitch, I've been a joint, yeah, a joint for a long time
And you know I keep four-five
All these racks on a nigga out the field, finna go live
Finna go live, finna go live
Bitch, I've been a joint, yeah, a joint for a long time
And you know I keep four-five
All these racks on a nigga out the field, finna go live
Finna go live, finna go live

[Verse 2]
All these racks on a nigga, you never had shit
How you broke, walkin' 'round with a bad bitch?
How you rich, walkin' 'round with that broke bitch?
I'm too sticky in the field, yeah, I torch shit
Top nigga, so you know I got the torch lit
I rap rich, yeah, you talk about broke shit
How you a nigga but you talk like a ho bitch?
Orange chicken and raw chili, in the stove type
I bust down everything 'cause my dough right
Take a look at my neck, it's a gold mine
Niggas mute than a bitch like a whole mime
If you ain't got a Cash App, bitch, I got a whole chime

[Chorus]
Bitch, I've been a joint, yeah, a joint for a long time
And you know I keep four-five
All these racks on a nigga out the field, finna go live
Finna go live, finna go live
Bitch, I've been a joint, yeah, a joint for a long time
And you know I keep four-five
All these racks on a nigga out the field, finna go live
Finna go live, finna go live