Go Live Lyrics - Fredo Santana

[Caper Boy:Intro] 

Aye wop go grab that tech man 

Tray Savage load that FN up 

Lil Boss load that shit up man 

Y'all know we smoke out the 448 

Pouring out the pints 

Aye ball bring that money counter out boy 

You know what the fuck time it is man 

[Chief Keef:Verse] 

Splashing on these bitches yea that's that sea salt 

All the horses in this foreign I'm like yeehaw 

You know we got that defense let's play b-ball 

I think I'm going Ray Charles I can't see y'all 

Throw theses on how bitch these the new cappers 

This our shit nigga ain't no new trappers 

Going forward in this foreign like I can't move backwards 

You on the fuck shit and take that button it a tap ya 

I'm with a white bitch she a coke head 

My mentality is get more bread 

I'm in a fast car like it's a snow sled 

Stick sticking out like it's a forehead 

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[Hook: Chief Keef] 

No Instagram it can go live 

I don't fuck with niggas that play both sides 

I keep smelt the dope when we drove past 

Stopped to get some backwoods and some more gas 

Bitch I'm fresher than a fucking Hebrew 

If you owe me I see you 

Walk in Valentino get a tee or two 

Yellow black whip that's that pickachu 

[Ball out:Verse] 

Ran off on the plug in 09' 

Just fucked a model wife with a bow tie 

I'm with blood now might as well call 'em slime 

All I see is money I think I'm going blind 

Hater blockers on my face I call them the specs 

Hit neimans we just ran through a check 

Grab some Fn"ins we just ran through the techs 

I just fucked her from the back on a fucking jet 

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[Hook:Chief keef] 

[Caper Boy:Bridge] 

Ball bring that money counter out boy 

Y'all know what time it is 

All we wanna see is red and blue nigga 

Or I should say red and green nigga 

Blood and money nigga 

Uhuh 

[Fredo Santana:Verse] 

Rob a fuck nigga take his whole shit 

Ran off with your pack you a whole bitch 

Bitches in the trap I make them hoes strip 

Them hoes don't wanna fuck I make them hoes dip 

I been getting money since like 06' 

Phone booming I just moved a whole brick 

Got 100 shot I shoot at your whole clique 

Got 100 shot I shoot up your whole whip 

Phone ringing damn all this money coming in 

Remember being on the block selling 3 for 10 

Try to rob shit I put one up in yo wig 

I don't carry 38. all I told is cigs 

Let this beef get serious I smoke your kids 

These niggas ain't did what I did 

Remember running from the cops had to hop the fence 

And you can't hang around if you ain't popping shit 

[Hook Chief Keef] 

[Tadoe:Verse] 

Boy I'm on that savage shit 

Stop that rapping shit 

I'll hit your block up then chops automatic spit 

Nigga we gon blast off 

Fuck it mask on 

Nigga said the wit it,boy stop it they look mad soft 

In the trap get bags off 

We got mad soft 

Bitch you ain't off molly nigga,thats some bath salt 

Try to rob huh back off 

Get you mad offed 

Bitch I get that guap like a cash crow 

[Hook: Chief Keef]