Gotta Go

[Intro: FBG Dutchie]
Go, yeah, I told the bitch, "I gotta—"
[?]
Yeah, yeah, go
Go, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
I told the bitch, "I gotta go," yeah (Yeah)
I gotta get right, yeah
I told my bitch to pour a four, yeah (Drank, lean)
Right up out the pint, yeah (Out the pint)
I told her, "I don't wanna fight," yeah
She said she wanna make it right, yeah
I told her, "We'll talk tonight" (Yuh), yeah
I gotta go and catch this flight, yeah

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie & FBG Young]
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go
I gotta go and get them 'rolls, yeah
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go
I gotta go and get this dough, yeah
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go
I gotta go and get some more, yeah
For myself (You)
For you and my family, on folks, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: FBG Young]
Even though I gotta leave
Baby girl, I hate to go, huh
I got clientele to serve, huh
'Cause they need me for the smokes, huh
Pop one Perky for the flight
Call a bitch to spend the night
I get this cake like Ike
Bad Chinese bitch got me thinkin' throwing rice, yeah
She say she hate it when I leave
But daddy coming home right
Fresh off the block on a flight
Mixed bitch like my Sprite, yeah
Run them bands up like Forrest
Road running every night
Two cities one night
Tragedy can change your life, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
I told the bitch, "I gotta go," yeah (Yeah)
I gotta get right, yeah
I told my bitch to pour a four, yeah (Drank, lean)
Right up out the pint, yeah (Out the pint)
I told her, "I don't wanna fight," yeah
She said she wanna make it right, yeah
I told her, "We'll talk tonight" (Yuh), yeah
I gotta go and catch this flight, yeah

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie & FBG Young]
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go
I gotta go and get them 'rolls, yeah
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go
I gotta go and get this dough, yeah
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go
I gotta go and get some more, yeah
For myself (You)
For you and my family, on folks, yeah

[Verse 2: FBG Dutchie]
But I don't got no time for no problems, y'all, yeah
And I don't got no time for the stressing, y'all
Honestly, I ain't got no time, nah
Until my wrist gettin' 'nat Rolex-ey, yeah, yeah
She playing crazy and her ass tryna test me, y'all
Steady talmbout I'm messy, nah
That's them dirty-ass bitches steady tripping
And you know dirty shit gon' equal up to messy, yeah
Off the shits, I'm getting high
I'm riding down Lake Shore Drive
Got my stanky mama by my side
Last time, we flipped this bitch, I thank God we alive
My main bitch the shit, these hoes all mad
And every time I bail OT, my baby all sad
Yeah, I just want a Yao Ming tall bag
I told her, "I'll call back," even though it's all bad

[Pre-Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
I told the bitch, "I gotta go," yeah (Yeah)
I gotta get right, yeah
I told my bitch to pour a four, yeah (Drank, lean)
Right up out the pint, yeah (Out the pint)
I told her, "I don't wanna fight," yeah
She said she wanna make it right, yeah
I told her, "We'll talk tonight" (Yuh), yeah
I gotta go and catch this flight, yeah

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie & FBG Young]
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go
I gotta go and get them 'rolls, yeah
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go
I gotta go and get this dough, yeah
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go
I gotta go and get some more, yeah
For myself (You)
For you and my family, on folks, yeah

[Outro: FBG Dutchie]
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go and
And get them 'rolls, get that dough
Get them bands, get them racks
[?]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gotta go, gotta go get that dough
Get that bag, get them bands
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