GOIN4SHT Lyrics

No I ain't goin' for shit

Yeah

Yeah

No I ain't goin' for shit

Yeah

Yeah

No I ain't goin' for shit

In the Urus hotboxin' the whip, yeah

You get zipped for just runnin' ya lip, yeah

Walk inside Celine I cop some drip, yeah

Rockin' all black fashion like my blick, yeah

If a nigga trip we taking trips, yeah

I stay offline I'm out the mix, yeah

Rock that Issey 'Yake with the Rick, yeah

The police ain't stoppin' nun this shit, yeah

I had to run up these hunnids, I'm movin' these rackies, I'm flippin' these packies, okay

I was down bad with no whip, now I'm ridin' round in that big body tracky, okay

In that big body tracky

Yeah, in that big body tracky

In that tracky I'm movin' these packies, yeah

In that tracky broke your lil bitch backy, yeah

My shirt is tight, my pants is baggy, yeah

Xan made me tired, I popped an addy, yeah

Said he want smoke, then drop the addy, yeah

Unkie cookin' up the Liv and Maddie, yeah

In that trap house I'm whippin' that pot, yeah

You cuff that hoe, that bitch a thot, yeah

You niggas suck, your shit gon' flop, yeah

Run down you gonna get Kay Flock'd

No I ain't goin' for shit

Yeah

Yeah

No I ain't goin' for shit

Yeah

Yeah

No I ain't goin' for shit

No I ain't goin' for shit

No I ain't goin' for shit

Yeah, we gon' pop out

Yeah, with the gang

Yeah, we ain't scared for nun, I'm down to go catch a stain

Run up on that lil boy and go bust his brain

Feds tryna do investigations, bitch we ain't sayin' names

Uh, bitch I be ridin' thirty deep

Up in that Jeep, bitch it's a trackhawk and we pushin' one-fifty

Sike, we pushin' two hunna

And this glock, bitch it's holdin' two hunna

And this glock, bitch it shoots like the Thunder

Got a switch on the glock it do wonders

Yeah, yeah

Ask about me, they tell you I'm the man

Do 'em dirty, bitch just like Dirty Dan

Walk inside the mall and spend bout thirty grand

Yeah, yeah

Link your bitch and I told her to shake sum

She throw in reverse like the beat

Niggas pocket watchin', bitch go make sum

Spent your salary on my feet

You niggas suck, can't get no feat

Finna jugg you out your cheese

While your bitch suckin' me out my seat

Bitch, I'm the grim reaper, Lil Reese

Caught that boy lackin' he fold like a crease, yeah