Go Time

[Verse 1: Jezz Gasoline]
Woo, I do not know these niggas, they mad over music (They mad)
I just be cooling (I just be cooling)
Jezz Gasoline, I really do shit (I really do shit)
You could get low but these bullets go through shit (Boom)
That mean him, her, or you hit (Boom, boom)
BOA, no Malibu, we is the movement
They think it's sweet, I'm a star but I'm still at birth
Fill a clip to his outer space, take you off this Earth
Pussy, no lacking (No lacking)
Put you on the screen like I'm closed captions
Sold dope like Ty
All my flow tactics, headshot, blood splashing
Like paint that so graphic (Brr, boom)
If there's a shootout, I'll walk past it

[Verse 2: Ace Numbafive]
Call Pop when I get the drop
Me and bro spin blocks, two chops
We ain't scared of cops
See an opp, and he won't hear thе shots
He won't get to react, bullеts knock a nigga's head apart
(Bow, bow)
Don't care who in a V with you
Like he can't share a bed, bullets put his ass to sleep with you (Brrah)
In front of cops he won't speak to you (Gang, gang)
Just know, on the low, nigga's really got that heat for you
(Gang, gang)
Spin the blocks on a Sunday
Heard your block was a one way
Rip it like the runway
Whole gang 'bout gunplay
Beamo light niggas up, like yeah nigga, DemWayz
Call KJ, we ordered K9s
They spark your niggas up, midnight, or it's daytime
Call Jezz, he don't waste time (Brr)
Put Pop on a drill nigga, make him skip the state lines
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Verse 3: KJ Balla]
Two-two-zero the digital (Skrrt)
Have the savages run in your vehicle (Gang)
They gon' run up and put about three in you
You gon' die on the spot, no retrieving you (Facts)
Had his body stinking for a week or two
Fuck boy, are you dumb? We leave you in a hearse
I don't leave the gang, I'm killing him first
Call Paparattzi, he with money first, like woah
Put the car in the sport, and then belt (Skrrt, skrrt)
Tango check, we be dipping from 12 (Grr, boom)
Balmain Jeans, spent a check on my belt (Gang)
Get the bag, 'cause it don't make itself (Nah)
Heard the gang, I ain't calling for self
Twenty K, don't put that on yourself
They gon' get him chopped off for the wealth (Facts)
On your ass, and they screaming for help (Gang, gang)

[Verse 4: Paparattzi Pop]
They hear on the street (Facts)
They know I'm elite
I talk 'cause I can't rap (I'm talking)
Get the call for a package
When I get the word, I bet you get saran wrapped
(Bow, bow, bow, bow)
Got them thinking I'm outer space
I got Gel to get it, click clack, you be out of place
(Chop, chop, chop)
You niggas irrelevant
No evidence, tell the cops they don't got a trace
(Bow, bow, bow, bow)
I'm worth an AP
Trey pound, it don't got no safety
If you on me, then you better pay me
Or tell the devil "God's plan'll save me" (At all)
I got nine shots for you rookies (Bruh)
If they want me, tell 'em niggas "Book me" (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Skipped school, I wasn't playing hookie
Soft ball hollows for you rookies
(Grr, yeah, bow, bow, bow, bow)

[Verse 5: King Beamo]
Scooped a nigga, I forgot the truck
But I got to poke her liver like your homie
But I ran into a couple opps, yeah they had the glizzy, they all went up on me (Facts)
But they don't know I called Russ
He already driving, yeah, he coming for me
And he okay, even if he driving (Buh), I'm up out the window, yeah, he throwing for me
(Bow, bow, bow, bow)
That's why everybody tryna dick ride
Talking rapper shit, I really do this (Facts)
That's word to Lah, if you talking janky, I'll put a nigga on a news clip (Gang)
All you niggas always doing interviews
Tryna dick ride, y'all ain't do shit
This nigga say he'll make nobody safe
But we're looking at him like "Who this?" (Gang, gang)

[Verse 6: Bam Bino]
Who the fuck is this nigga? (Huh?)
Who'll roll when we dusting this nigga? (Rah)
Just ran up a hunnid pack nigga (Facts)
You broke, where your money at nigga? (Bum)
Still on that same shit, still on that gang shit (Gang)
Run up, you getting your brain hit (Gang, gang)
Nigga, we dangerous, we put that pain in
I'm FTG, and we banging (Brrah)
These niggas talk what they not (Huh?)
I'm just securing a bag more
Rangers buzzing the last four
I fuck his bitch till her ass sore (Bitch)
Get head, I ain't gotta fuck (Bitch)
Bam Bino that nigga, he was broke, now my pockets stuck
Lil' bro, get your dollars up (Broke)
Can't talk about money with me, you ain't got enough (Broke)
Get Glocks for the family (Glocks), We shoot till it's empty, Yelling out MB (MB!)
You niggas embarrassing, I know they envy, Niggas is deadly
For niggas that act tough (Huh?)
Fuck all this rap stuff, you will get clapped up (Grr)
Don't need no backup (Gang)
Bro got a Mack Truck, we hit his back up (Bow, bow)