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[Intro]
Yeah, fuck it
Yeah, fuck niggas talkin' 'bout
What the fuck niggas talkin' bout?
God damn, damn, damn
Yeah, aye
Gotta play it from the top
Mic check, one, two
They can't do what I do
Gotta play it from the top, for real, so you can hear it, for real
Get the vibe, aye

[Chorus]
Goin' to heaven
Gotta get racks, yeah
She know I like her for real
And I know I gotta attach
I can't love a T-H-O-T, gotta keep my nose clean
Gotta keep a Glock 'cause it's the one that really knows me
By myself, there it go, shootout, there it go, shootout, shootout
Oh my god, he done did it again
Fuck that boy, ain't no makin' amends
I wake up еvery day and go win
Keep on talkin' 'bout it, nigga spin

[Verse]
I take trips around the country
I hatе hoes that beg for money
Niggas hate that shit, be funny
Make they bitch come do my laundry
Every day, I wake up fiending
Tell myself that I don't need it
Cut you off, don't need no reason
I just thought that you were scheming
Superstition, we gon' shoot you out
Like the Pistons, we gon' shoot you like the sinners
I just crashed the Benz, trippin'
I been havin' bad feelings
Different moods, bipolar dude
Too bad I can't talk to you
Wait 'til you see, shoot that bitch, he

[Chorus]
Goin' to heaven
Gotta get racks, yeah
She know I like her for real
And I know I gotta attach
I can't love a T-H-O-T, gotta keep my nose clean
Gotta keep a Glock 'cause it's the one that really knows me
By myself, there it go, shootout, there it go, shootout, shootout
Oh my god, he done did it again
Fuck that boy, ain't no makin' amends
I wake up every day and go win
Keep on talkin' 'bout it, nigga spin