Lyrics: Charles Nelson Forsberg/DeonDrae Carver/Giuseppe Vitolo/Larrance Dopson/Ro'Darrion Harrison
Music: Charles Nelson Forsberg/DeonDrae Carver/Giuseppe Vitolo/Larrance Dopson/Ro'Darrion Harrison
Good mornin' (Good mornin', good mornin')
I go, I go shit popper (Okay)
I go Timbs (I go Timbs), the butter mother****ers (The butter mother****ers)
I go crease, skinny jeans on a boy, yeah, no kiddin' me
I go Chrome and Amiri (Damn), I go Marni and Prada (Good mornin')
I go Tracy, I go Hoover, I go Ulenciaga (Shit)
I go bust down Rollie (Bling, blaow), I go plain Hublot (That plain)
I go this, I go that, nigga, I go what you go (Nah, for sure, IDuudit)
Like I go swimmin' with Dolph, blue diamonds (Water) and article pieces, caught on arrival (Shit)
I go summertime, sun keep shinin' (Uh-huh), I go real diamond boy like Johnny (Diamond boy)
I go Mark Cuban ballin' and rich (Man, what?), Patek and water, I'm cold on a bitch (Too smooth)
I go celibate, get off my dick (Get off), two scoop ice cream how I'm hittin' a lick (Goddamn)
I go anemic, my iron tucked low in this shirt (That's what?), I go Mexican, put in the work (Go what?)
Go Soulja Boy, nigga, I had this shit first (Uh-huh), go deep in that field like football turf
Go rip at this shirt with some big-ass jeans (Big-ass jeans), country boy mud and go cup full of lean (Mud)
Two different browns, Amiri on cream, go ten seven chain with the 600 piece
Goddamn it, I'm drippin' in fashion (Uh-huh), press coverage, I'm jammin' (I'm jammin')
I go big-ass Trues, Bottega boots or jorts with the cookout sandals (Damn)
I go old school Chevy (Skrrt), my bitch a stallion like Megan (Like who?)
I go stalk in your house (Uh-huh), weight watchin', I go Jimmy Craig (PB, what you do?)
I go Chrome and Amiri (Damn), I go Marni and Prada (Good mornin')
I go Tracy, I go Hoover, I go Ulenciaga (Shit)
I go bust down Rollie (Bling, blaow), I go plain Hublot (That plain)
I go this, I go that, nigga, I go what you go (Nah, for sure)
I go Ulenciaga 'bout the boots, ho tryna blow me like a flute
I hit up Chance, give me a fade, bitches textin' my phone tellin' me I'm cute
I go Smoothie King, a bowl of fruit, I go Amiri jacket matchin' shoes
I go Call of Duty for the loot, X went Lamb' truck, so I went coupe (Oh, oh)
I go .223 with a clip 'bout as big as a toddler
Nigga, I go Burger King, stay with that whopper, bitch, I'ma go chopper, I'm not finna squabble
I go Italian, cookin' this pasta, I go big, diamonds colossal
I go skiin' in some Dior goggles, I go track in the town for the joggers
I go Chrome and Amiri (Damn), I go Marni and Prada (Good mornin')
I go Tracy, I go Hoover, I go Ulenciaga (Shit)
I go bust down Rollie (Bling, blaow), I go plain Hublot (That plain)
I go this, I go that, nigga, I go what you go (Nah, for sure)