[Chorus]
Go! Go! Go! Fukk the city up.
Go! Go! Go! They ain't dead enough.
Go! Go! Go! Fukk the city up.
Go! Go! Go! Imma ride tonight.
[Verse1]
Go go go imma let that choppa get to ringing hit that mutha fukkin note like T-Pain singin. Imma ride ride ride it'll be one hell of a nite. Bitch I ain't here to fight. I am the reaper im hear to end some lives. One opp, two opp, three opps shot. fallin like some domino's imma watch them nigas drop. Imma get it back in blood bich whatcha wanna do? Imma slide on you easy peasy old dirty gets so greasy. Just know im ready to.
[Chorus]
Go! Go! Go! Fukk the city up.
Go! Go! Go! They ain't dead enough.
Go! Go! Go! Fukk the city up.
Go! Go! Go! Imma slide tonight
[Verse2]
Bich imma Capricorn so you know i hold a grudge. Once I make my mind up niga I ain't about to budge. Your girl said she had something tickling the back of her throat, I said mabey its them kids playin tag Karen now the bich wants to call her brother like he's gonna do shit. Sit the fukk down before I lose my grip and let it rip just like beyblade and let the chopper chop down your whole family tree. Im talking about ending a blood line cause you cant take a joke as well as you take a dikk bich you need some help. You better check your self before I kamakaze your shit pull a pin on a grenade and hand it to you and tell you to,
[Chorus]
Go! Go! Go! Fukk the city up.
Go! Go! Go! They ain't dead enough.
Go! Go! Go! Fukk the city up.
Go! Go! Go! Everybody dies tonight.
[Verse3]
Im all exes and o's fukk I just realized all of my exes are hoes, I'm surprised I never once ended up on Maury, Springer, or Oprah on some your are the father shit, while a drunk bich in the audience yells slay queen till I lose my shit a turn the show in to a murder scene. People keep testing my patience like I didn't come from a time where our club hits were certified fight music, step by step tutorials on how to catch a case set to a catchy beat. If not that it'll tell you how to be a freak. Or if the songs really good both at the same time condoning fukkin and fightin at the same damn time. Hit that Bolivian marching powder in that same damn line. Cut that shit wit gun powder like them Nigerians. Go insane, 180 on the I-80 waving a 3-80 out the sun roof lettin rounds loose, its all fun and games till you fukk a round and hit a moose. (Hahaha)
[Chorus]
Go! Go! Go! Fukk the city up.
Go! Go! Go! They ain't dead enough.
Go! Go! Go! Fukk the city up.
Go! Go! Go! Imma ride tonight.
[Chorus]
Go! Go! Go! Fukk the city up.
Go! Go! Go! They ain't dead enough.
Go! Go! Go! Fukk the city up.
Go! Go! Go! Imma ride tonight.
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