On Go

[Hook] My niggas ain’t scared Nah My niggas’ll ride Just hand em a gun It's gon be a drive by [Verse 1] My niggas [?], my niggas I’m ready Dressed up like Jason in Freddy Krueger, we carry the Ruger You know that my niggas gon shoot ya Run in your house, taping up you and your spouse Cover your eyes and mouth My niggas they pointing the gun at your leg and head And telling your kids get down Brap, brap, brap Where’s the money? Where’s the dope? Before you get choked, put two in your throat The street is a jungle, better tie your shoe cause I know you gon fall Got a hundred round drum and you know it’s gon rumble Migo Gang my squad, you better not fumble Step on my block, you better stay humble Call Woody and 17, know we call him [?] Young rich nigga till I die Benji’s in my pocket, stay with the rocket QC, we on top, you know we ain’t gon flop My diamonds got a nigga sick Chop a nigga’s ass up, [?] Your time running out, tick tock It’s about to go down, Kevin Hart Ride around Bentley coupe, money blowing out the roof Green dot aiming at your head, for you [?] Dig you 13 deep ditch, put you to bed My niggas coldhearted, tell your mama that you dead Your bitch she say she loving this life Fish glam Audi, you know we keep the ‘Rari Shooting the AK, running for your life Raow! Ain’t saying it twice The streets no game, so think twice All of my goons come out at night