QuietStorMarc - G O Lyrics

Only one mission
Collect all the chicken
Follow intuition
Be quick with decisions
My goals is specific
I don't wanna kick it
We move with precision
These niggas be slipping
These niggas be tripping
These nigga be wilding
But I move in silence
Don't care bout her mileage
I'm player she vibing
We bumping that fiayaz
I'm rolling that fire
We getting way
Higher then you
Shitting on you
And your crew
Whenever the gang
Come trough
Better be cool
No ice on my wrist
Or my neck
But bet I could still bag yo boo
I ally oop
Passing her straight
To my dawg
Now that nigga
He missing his swoop
Chop of the roof
Whenever I'm whipping
A foreign I'm slidin
Enjoying the view aye
Dissing me bet you I dead it
Bring it to yo door like FedEx
I meant it boy if I said it
Don't go to war if you not ready
Beam on the stick
Make it steady
Nightmare on yo street
Like I'm Freddy
I'm tryna get to this fetti
That money you talking
That shit is so petti
Like uhh
I need that shit coming in
Pinks and dem blues
Get to racking em in uh
I need that shit coming in
Buy mama house
Spend the rest with
My friends uh
I need that shit coming in
I'm locking in
Till I'm doubling m's uh
Watch how I make it come in
Count up wit wop that's my cuz
But more like my twin
Go go I'm on go go
Go go I'm on go go
Pull up whats happening
To up for the lacking
The shit that I'm packing
A leave a impact
And its pushing shit back
Where you head and you cap is
No capping, we active, we at him
No chatting, we spazz
When we see em
All of that rapping
What happen he speechless
Resting in pieces

Only one mission
Collect all the chicken
Follow intuition
Be quick with decisions
My goals is specific
I don't wanna kick it
We move with precision
These niggas be slipping
These niggas be tripping
These nigga be wilding
But I move in silence
Don't care bout her mileage
I'm player she vibing
We bumping that fiayaz
I'm rolling that fire
We getting way
Higher then you
Shitting on you
And your crew
Whenever the gang
Come trough
Better be cool
No ice on my wrist
Or my neck
But bet I could still bag yo boo
I ally oop
Passing her straight
To my dawg
Now that nigga
He missing his swoop
Chop of the roof
Whenever I'm whipping
A foreign I'm slidin
Enjoying the view aye
Dissing me bet you I dead it
Bring it to yo door like FedEx
I meant it boy if I said it
Don't go to war if you not ready
Beam on the stick
Make it steady
Nightmare on yo street
Like I'm Freddy
I'm tryna get to this fetti
That money you talking
That shit is so petti
Like uhh
I need that shit coming in
Pinks and dem blues
Get to racking em in uh
I need that shit coming in
Buy mama house
Spend the rest with
My friends uh
I need that shit coming in
I'm locking in
Till I'm doubling m's uh
Watch how I make it come in
Count up wit wop that's my cuz
But more like my twin
Go go I'm on go go
Go go I'm on go go
Pull up whats happening
To up for the lacking
The shit that I'm packing
A leave a impact
And its pushing shit back
Where you head and you cap is
No capping, we active, we at him
No chatting, we spazz
When we see em
All of that rapping
What happen he speechless
Resting in pieces