Go Shortyyy lyrics

[Intro: HorseTheOne]
(Okay, Lex, turn this b*tch up one time)
Deuce

[Chorus: HorseTheOne]
Showin' your hand in this game how n*ggas die (Die)
And most these rumors ’flauge, I can't buy into a lie (I can't buy into it)
I’ma shoot my gun like hell 'fore I see my mama cry (Grrah)
Thirty thousand in the mail, that's a bail in the sky (That's a bail)
Freaky b*tch was from the Chi, they like, "Go, shorty" (Go)
We put n*ggas in the sky, they like, "Oh, Lordy" (No)
I'ma get us out the hood, baby, don't worry (Don't worry)
Project houses to a mansion, this a good story (Yeah)

[Verse 1: HorseTheOne]
I been breakin' all the rules, I’m a bad man (Bad man)
Hellfire in my eyes, I’m a madman (Madman)
You wanna triple up your profit, sell beans and blow (Yeah)
Yeah, them blue strips cool, but I like green for growth
You ever catch her in my section, she a bad b*tch (Bad b*tch)
Double down, stay consistent 'til we mad rich (’Til we mad rich)
I'm Jimmy Neutron with this Glock, I love to blast sh*t (Blast sh*t)
And my b*tch a mean girl just like The Plastics
Now your b*tch a bustdown, we in the back of the car (Oh, yeah)
She out in public givin' head and her neck is bizarre (Crazy head)
I'm a heartbreak kid, I’m Doughboy in his prime (Cashout)
n*ggas know we run the city, I just grind and shine (Yeah)
Shout out Warren and Conner projects from the Eastside
And all my n*ggas kill, ain't no peace sign
Shout out Warren and Conner projects from the Eastside (Parkside)
And all my n*ggas kill, ain't no peace sign (Nah)
[Chorus: HorseTheOne]
Showin' your hand in this game how n*ggas die (Die)
And most these rumors 'flauge, I can't buy into a lie (I can't buy into it)
I'ma shoot my gun like hell 'fore I see my mama cry (Grrah)
Thirty thousand in the mail, that's a bail in the sky (That's a bail)
Freaky b*tch was from the Chi, they like, "Go, shorty" (Go)
We put n*ggas in the sky, they like, "Oh, Lordy" (No)
I'ma get us out the hood, baby, don't worry (Don't worry)
Project houses to a mansion, this a good story (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Tay B]
Huh, b*tch see I'm iced up, now the ho horny
Ayy, Horse, these n*ggas broke, they can't show forty
So much white in the house, I think I know Cory
I'm so turnt, I might f*ck around and go at Lori
I got two presis, two Pateks, on my neck a couple Richards
n*gga, if you play, we demonstrate, you know I f*ck with killers
Make an opp crash out, pull up, hmm, stab out
I spin, I cash out, I ain't got no tab out
Instagram n*ggas, y'all should work for the feds
Fifty racks, a big-boy tab on your head
Went to sleep, I wake up in Turks when I land
I go and buy my b*tch a purse when she mad
While she eatin' pus*y, I'm gettin' the top from her friend
When that money right, the n*gga gave the drop on his mans
When we run through the bag, we be coppin' again
n*gga, how the f*ck is you an opp and a fan, huh?