Lyrics: Deandre Lio
I gotta go
Yeah I gotta go
Too many people ring up on my phone
Did you not know
That I go ghost
Leave me alone while I try to evolve
You test my resolve
Breaking my bones
Don’t box me in with the rest of them jokes
With the rest of them man
Who can go and catch all of the smoke
I’ll be hitting all the shots then package them up on a boat
Little bitch did you not know
I'm popping up spraying bars then ducking out of the show
I do not stop until I've blown
Blowing your speakers
And blowing up all in your phone
Now will you lower your tone
Lower your voice when you’re talking to me or my bros
You can watch what you will say
Or you can spectate your life from up in the cosmos
I know that I've lost a load
But working some more will relieve all the pressure and folds
You wish you could make a mould
Copied my style for years but now I've evolved
I’m making racks and some gold
Stacking up all of my paper so that I will blow
Then you can guess where i’ll go
No one can touch me the way my flows make you go whoa
Flow nasty
It’s a ****ery
They wanna chat shit say less come buck me
Can’t find me I'm out here where the tugs be
Flow hit hard like we out here playing rugby
If you ain't part of this family don’t spud me
I'm too far in this race you can’t touch me
Staying ahead of the game yeah bro trust me
Yeah you could never 1 up me
Yeah my shit too jumpy it
Makes them go wow
I'm in that mode
Man i’m too cold
Spitting that heat
Your boy is on smoke
They want to clown me but this ain’t not joke
I’ll finish this verse and then i’ll go toke
Come back again and the mic will explode
Yeah i’m making these moves yeah i’m on go
Move in the night cos gs should be unknown
I gotta go
Yeah I gotta go
Too many people ring up on my phone
Did you not know
That I go ghost
Leave me alone while I try to evolve
You test my resolve
Breaking my bones
Don’t box me in with the rest of them jokes
With the rest of them man
Who can go and catch all of the smoke
I’ll be hitting all the shots then package them up on a boat