Will Ryte - Go Lyrics

All these memories come back
When I'm looking through these photos
We was hitting licks
When we cruising in the four door
If you ain't coming with me then I'll do this on my solo
I was in the Bay stealing Tommy and the Polo
Oh no
Now my wrist look like a snow globe
And if she leave she coming back just like a yoyo
Life moving to fast so I'm sipping on some slow mo
Staying on the low low
All my dogs on go go
Yeah
Getting money all I know
I can't simp for no hoe
Bands in my hand can't fold
I did it all on my own, woah
I got the racks in the ceiling, yeah
I got the drip they steal it, yeah
Walk with a stick conceal it yeah
You could never know the feeling no, no
Chase bands don't chase no hoes
Now I'm up my wrist on froze
This really the life I chose
Been through the highs and lows
Are you staying ten toes?
Cause I know how this shit goes
We made it through the worst so we toast
I was down bad shit came close
They gon' hate on me cause I do the most
I might disappear on em and go ghost
Bands in the ceiling and the drugs in the floor
I'mma stack it up cause I always want more
Send it to the Cayman's my account offshore
Yeah we winning check the score
All these memories come back
When I'm looking through these photos
We was hitting licks
When we cruising in the four door
If you ain't coming with me then I'll do this on my solo
I was in the Bay stealing Tommy and the Polo
Oh no
Now my wrist look like a snow globe
And if she leave she coming back just like a yoyo
Life moving to fast so I'm sipping on some slow mo
Staying on the low low
All my dogs on go go
Yeah

All these memories come back
When I'm looking through these photos
We was hitting licks
When we cruising in the four door
If you ain't coming with me then I'll do this on my solo
I was in the Bay stealing Tommy and the Polo
Oh no
Now my wrist look like a snow globe
And if she leave she coming back just like a yoyo
Life moving to fast so I'm sipping on some slow mo
Staying on the low low
All my dogs on go go
Yeah
Getting money all I know
I can't simp for no hoe
Bands in my hand can't fold
I did it all on my own, woah
I got the racks in the ceiling, yeah
I got the drip they steal it, yeah
Walk with a stick conceal it yeah
You could never know the feeling no, no
Chase bands don't chase no hoes
Now I'm up my wrist on froze
This really the life I chose
Been through the highs and lows
Are you staying ten toes?
Cause I know how this shit goes
We made it through the worst so we toast
I was down bad shit came close
They gon' hate on me cause I do the most
I might disappear on em and go ghost
Bands in the ceiling and the drugs in the floor
I'mma stack it up cause I always want more
Send it to the Cayman's my account offshore
Yeah we winning check the score
All these memories come back
When I'm looking through these photos
We was hitting licks
When we cruising in the four door
If you ain't coming with me then I'll do this on my solo
I was in the Bay stealing Tommy and the Polo
Oh no
Now my wrist look like a snow globe
And if she leave she coming back just like a yoyo
Life moving to fast so I'm sipping on some slow mo
Staying on the low low
All my dogs on go go
Yeah