Shad Da God

Shad Da God - Go Time lyrics

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Bunch of broke guys, they all telling lies

My cup and my all it’s for the rook time

Free my fucking partners, they doing state time

On that talking mix I’m talking whole dimes

It’s go time, we turn it up when it go time

We have that guap, call it go time

Circle your block with it, go time

Grinding the yachts with it, go time

Can’t leave the house without the cannon

Eat go time with my flight attendant

Yeah found somebody, buy Shannon

I’m all quit to sit with that gas

Tryina run a paper bag Glock with it

The real fucked up the cash

I just hung up the phone with my bitch

But she’s my bitch ‘cause on that pimping shit she checking in the cash like that

Hoe, I’m moving through in that Benz

This ain’t no 556 till I’m not mad like that

Till I spread that gas to the floor

Get the codeine in and hit the store

This of course is holding back the po

Hoe’s up in a two liter hoe

Got a lil’ bit … can’t be judging on a hoe

I’mma spit every motherfucker chance I get…with it though

Bunch of broke guys, they all telling lies

My cup and my all it’s for the rook time

Free my fucking partners, they doing state time

On that talking mix I’m talking whole dimes

It’s go time, we turn it up when it go time

We have that guap, call it go time

Circle your block with it, go time

Grinding the yachts with it, go time

Nigga every day we balling

Nigga every day I got the money coming

Big bank rolls, they coming

I gotta draw this out, Jordan line, they hit the …

We better keep that bomber shit applied, they the motherfucking pilots

Been swimming under that hustle game, that shit took joining us gladly

And we in the all white business like a purple drink, we whiling

Diamonds and the Cuban lay prancing, in the strip club looking fancy

And I’mma taste in that ice, though, I’m throwing that hoe dancing

Like we the other day, only in the game for clay

Take a nigga word, in God we trust …

On real cool, I loved it … on her birthday

And I fall through it like 25 gunners, nigga for…

Bunch of broke guys, they all telling lies

My cup and my all it’s for the rook time

Free my fucking partners, they doing state time

On that talking mix I’m talking whole dimes

It’s go time, we turn it up when it go time

We have that guap, call it go time

Circle your block with it, go time

Grinding the yachts with it, go time

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