G.T. ft. Babyface Ray - Going Long Lyrics

(Hoodrich Keem? yeah
I'm thinkin' about signin' that guy)
Just hopped off the jet, nigga, hahaha
Yeah (48hrs a day, you hear me?)
Wavy Face, talk to 'em
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Count it up, late night, air mattress
Flyin' private, touch down, hit ratchet
Codeine, main thing got attachments
Saint Laurent
I might mix it with the leather

I serve blow fiends
And I do it with a passion
This shit so clean, if I don't hit it
It's blue magic man, I got pilot seats
In that Range when we be stabbin' off
Just made a hundred thousand all pros
I'm 'bout to jack it all

She say
"Let me put my number in your phone"
Almost cried, man
I almost lost a hundred on the road
I performed and looked and seen your
Baby mama at my show
Businessman, hands all in it, I'm like Ghost
(I'm like Ghost) them gunners with me
Young niggas only blowin' smoke

I popped a pill, I'm in the Ghost
I damn near thought I saw a ghost
Man, this shit like BMF (BMF)
We pull up Rolls-Royce trucks and
Bentleys and them 'Vettes
We threw a hundred, next day
Front page on the 'net (Man)
Keep playin' tough the quickest way
To get you wet
Like Steph and Klay 'cause we
Drop thirties back to back
Boy, watch your ho
'cause I might flood her with baguettes
(I might flood her with baguettes)

Yeah, I been goin' long (I been goin' long)
Made the plug throw the bag
I been goin' long (I been goin' long)
Some tan, some white, look like Snow Patrol
(Look like Snow Patrol)
Baby girl know what it is
She gon' go for sure
(She gon' go for sure)
Yeah, she see what time it is
I got my Rollie on (Brrt)
I'm so happy that we here
'cause I been holdin' on
You know we quick to pay the bills
If you gon' hold the load
(Gon' hold the load)
I told my best one hold it down
(Hold it down) please protect the bag
You know it's vultures on the prowl

Ten toes down
You see my Forces on the ground
Stand up on the pedal
Let them horses make a sound

I ain't gotta trap
'cause they endorse a nigga now (yeah)
We can go rack for rack or nigga
We can go pound for pound (Pound, pound)
If you get jammed, nigga
You better not make a sound (Shh)
I made a lot in my city
But made more cake out of town (Yoom)
I'ma blow this shit today
We might not see tomorrow
I'm the one who kept them niggas straight
So they ain't need to borrow

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon c'mon, c'mon
I'm the one that kept these niggas straight
So they don't need to borrow
Talk to these dumb-ass niggas, c'mon
Yeah, I still be movin' in the streets
I just be thinkin' smarter

Let me tell you somethin'
Gave my Travis Scotts away
Them shit's eleven hundred
(Shit's eleven hundred)
I remember bein' broke and
It was never sunny (It was never sunny)
Why you think they love me? (Love me)
What, you think a nigga changed
'cause I got some money?
(I got some money?)

Man, that lil' shit you flashin'
That's my sneaker money
(That's my sneaker money)
When you got this type of cash
Them bitches creepin' for you
(Bitches creepin' for you)
When you got this type of bag
Them boys quit speakin' on you
(Boys quit speakin' on you)
Them boys some hoes
He had the strap and mine wasn't even on me
(Ayy, ayy)

Yeah, I been goin' long
Made the plug throw the bag
I been goin' long
Some tan, some white, look like Snow Patrol
Baby girl know what it is
She gon' go for sure
Yeah, she see what time it is
I got my Rollie on
I'm so happy that we here
'cause I been holdin' on
You know we quick to pay the bills
If you gon' hold the load
I told my best one hold it down
Please protect the bag
You know it's vultures on the prowl

I serve blow fiends
And I do it with a passion
This shit so clean, if I don't hit it
It's blue magic man, I got pilot seats
In that Range when we be stabbin' off
Just made a hundred thousand all pros
I'm 'bout to jack it all