[Intro]
New phone, yeah, I'm goin' ghost
Put that b*tch on airplane mode
In the party and I got my pole
You a lame, need to play your role
Gin$eng, hehe!
[Hook]
Yeah, yeah my pistol on go, my b*tch on go
They know I'm 'bout to blow, yeah
Bad b*tch, she off the blow, and she on go
My pistol on go, yeah
And my pistol on go, my b*tch on go
They know I'm 'bout to blow, yeah
And my pistol on go, my b*tch on go
My b*tch on go
[Verse 1]
New phone, yeah, I'm goin' ghost
Put that b*tch on airplane mode
In the party and I got my pole
You a lame, need to play your role
Woke up with a b*tch I don't even know
And I walked out with a Moncler coat
Yeah, my pockets on that payload
Out of country, yeah, just to do a show
On the highway, goin' so fast
Yeah, my money fat and my b*tch bad
I was down bad, now I'm gettin' cash
Dressed up, Undercover, yeah, all black
You pull up in Honda, I pull up in Jag
Yeah, you flexin' cash, you can get jacked
Choppa tucked inside a big Louis bag
I get to the bands, yeah, I love to brag
Had to quit them xans, perkies get a pass
[Hook]
Yeah, yeah, yeah she on go
Pistol on go, yeah, she on go
Bad b*tch on go, Glock, it on go
Pistol on go, and she on go
Yeah, my b*tch she on go
Pistol on go, and she on go
And she off that coke, yeah, you know I'm 'bout to glo
[Verse 2]
Did this all alone, I'm so handy
Splinter cell, no Tom Clancy
I'm in Rick Owens, yeah, I'm so fancy
Yeah, I love to jugg, I'm a vigilante
And that pistol on go, my b*tch on go
They know I'm 'bout to blow, yeah
And my b*tch, she on go, she gone off the coke
Yeah, they know I'm 'bout to blow
And my pistol on go, my b*tch on go
Shooter to my left, shooter to my right
We got guns, we don't fight
We can have a war, big gunfight
And that pistol, yeah, it on go
And that pistol, yeah, it on go
And that pistol, yeah, it on go