B.I. Martin - Go (feat. YaBoiMemo)

I don't, I don't wanna talk about
Leave me alone
Leave me

Yeah, uh huh (Ay)
That smoove lady
Caught me goin' off the top when she told me that's too crazy (Cray)
Tuesday we flew to Dupage
Kicked off the plane, it's too hazy (Too hazy)
What can you do to me
Nine on my side, your iced out watch ain't cool to me (Cool)
I'm freezin'
You missed out on my lessons I've been teachin'
You been sleepin'
And I'm pissed off, list off, bitch wait now I'm tweakin' (Wait, wait, wait)
Gotta keep myself in check
Yeah, nikes on the ground
Gotta get up outta debt
I'ma make my Momma proud
Gotta pay up on respect
I promise rap ain't dyin' now
Cus I could rap it fast and when I back the track
It's gon' sound just like I slowed down (Ay)
Now it's back to spazzin'
Back'll spasm when my flow hit ya spine and go down (No)
It's my time to take the throne now
There's way too many
Rappers not rappin' in songs
Dawg it ain't too tricky (Nuh uh)
You need to learn just listen on (Right here)
You sleep, ain't no driftin' off (No way)
You sippin' surp
On the court, I'm too wet to be sippin' sauce
I'm on call cus it's exhaustin' (Yeah)

Yeah
Why don't y'all leave us alone
We just tryin' to do our own
Get the squad and then we g-g-go
Yeah
Why don't y'all leave us alone
We just tryin' to do our own
Get the squad and then we g-g-go

Comin' from the Midwest, chillin' like a villain
You'll find me where the drinks are spillin' (It's lit)
Fulfillin' my dreams and it's legit
Learnin' everyday so hop on my team
ISU, we're bringin' the heat
Girl move closer, yes indeed
Feel my arm that splash them threes
Fuck that shit, this one's on me
I feel free, I feel free (I feel free, I feel free)
Like the coasts of Sanibel Island
My cousin's out there smilin', enjoyin' the peace and quite
Big timin', we grindin'
Half asleep cus we high man
Saw the cops and I ran fast
They heard about my new gas (Whoop whoop)
Beach celebratin'
Creatin' all these new rhymes
Rotatin' the blunt, hit it two times
Pump fakin' rotatin' the baseline
I'll twist you up like lemon lime
Yeah, uh
Mix it up like lemon lime
Takin' strides up in this rap shit, stayin' occupied
Balancin' it with all these fuckin' classes
I bought your girl new glasses
She's feelin' me up and I'm lastin'
I'm up in the Audi and crashed it (Aw fuck)
I just bounce back and grind some more (What)
Yeah
My family out here on the shore (Whoa)
Yeah
Goin' in just one last time
I know you wanna hear me spit that fire some more
All my homies drunk inside
When the party dies, we rollin' outside, ya know

Yeah
Why don't y'all leave us alone
We just tryin' to do our own
Get the squad and then we g-g-go
Yeah
Why don't y'all leave us alone
We just tryin' to do our own
Get the squad and then we

Written by:
B.I. Martin, Memo Sparks

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