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To Go (feat. 8P3X)
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Garry Don Richardson
Garry Don Richardson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Garry with Two R's
Garry with Two R's
Engineer
8p3x
8p3x
Producer
Our Square
Our Square
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

She say she love a nigga Well fuck it I love me too And I know the face is cute But shit could get ugly too So no matter what you got Don't ever get comfortable I'm servin' these hoes while in motion They get they lunch to go Bitch i'm gone like adios Hurry up now vaminos And it's only God and me That really know where imma go You better keep yo eyes peeled My whole life a highlight reel These other motherfuckers lemons huh They ain't really got my appeal I load up a bowl and I'm strikin' mane I smoke a dime at a time Me and my bitches got a flow We can go rhyme after rhyme And I know that it's plenty fish Hella of 'em tuggin' my line And when i catch them I skin them I do not fuck 'em I fry 'em I am on top of these lines Everything I do in perfect alignment And they say the world is cold But I bring the heat So I'm switching the climate I let her go but if I press her Then she gon' turn into a diamond I ain't a saint but I give the gospel And I might sound like the Winans I'm like R Kelly piss on a bitch Fuck all that bumpin' and grindin' I do not stick around after a lick I hit it I'm slippin' I'm slidin' I dip in the whip is you ridin' I'm doin' it movin' ain't no way I'm losin' I'm watchin' you niggas it's timin' Ain't no shade from my light it'll blind ya She say she love a nigga Well fuck it I love me too And I know the face is cute But shit could get ugly too So no matter what you got Don't ever get comfortable I'm servin' these hoes while in motion They get they lunch to go I grind up shrooms to a dust Then put em all in a cup Imma get mushed as a fuck Treat every beat like its somethin' to fuck I'm gonna buss I kill it plus I am the singular name on the trust Niggas switch up I can adjust Cut off my sleeves I don't do cuffs I'm in the green they in the rough I'm well done hoe I'm hella tough She say she tired of them crazy niggas Well god damn bitch its hella us I guess you bout to be celibate The weed and shrooms is a hella rush I could see the world breathin' now I hit the tree and it wanna puff bottoms up How ironic not just sick I'm bubonic My disease fuckin chronic I feel ill till I get on it I got it solved babe it's not a problem Fuck the world Imma knock it all up Get it crackin' Imma rock it all up Everything I kill chalk it all up I stick to my guns and I got 'em cocked I'm shinin' my light on you like a cop I fuck wit yo head I'm a fuckin' thot Lick on my nuts till you tug 'em off Imagine me as the underdog Imma eat up all the other dogs She say she love a nigga Well fuck it I love me too And I know the face is cute But shit could get ugly too So no matter what you got Don't ever get comfortable I'm servin' these hoes while in motion They get they lunch to go
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