Lil Tjay — Go In

[Intro] JD On Tha Track [Chorus] Niggas can say what they want, say what they want, they must not want me to win This shit not cap or pretend, I lost a friend, I see an opp, I go in Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk, how you ain't never come spin? I told my mama to grin, we at the top, I ain't been broke in a min' Father, my bad for the sin, since I begin, I just got lost in the wind I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer, he gotta come home again I need like fifty a show, that's how it go, I pick up half at the end Young nigga settin' a trend, copped me a Bimmer, truly, I wanted a Benz [Verse 1] Everybody grind, everybody eat I been on my grind on my two feet Butterfly doors, it's a two-seat They teeth, finna punch, call it Bruce Lee We'll spin a nigga block only two deep Nigga ran out his socks like a new feet Remy Mack got knocked, but he loopy Wanna see my whole block livin' Gucci And the good die young, said Poochie Walk around with two chops, Lil Ducie Outta town, finna cop Lil Uzi Know a lot of pussy niggas wanna shoot me Wear my hat to the back, I ain't woopty Had your main bitch eat, she a groupie I remember block days, it was 2P In the cell writin' bars under two sheets I remember when the crib had no heat I remember when the opps wanted no beef I remember spinnin' blocks in a stoley Seen a nigga get burned with a bogey I done seen a good kid startin' OD I done seen bro die front of police So I try not to cry every day now Swear I still feel the pain when I lay down If you hit, pussy nigga, better stay down You ain't never moved guns through the Greyhound You ain't never gon' spin when it came down And I really wanna hear what you say now Keep a pole every day, we don't play 'round Backpack got a stash, it's a spray ground I remember tryna jugg out the playground In the stu' goin' hard every day now, no, no [Chorus] Niggas can say what they want, say what they want, they must not want me to win This shit not cap or pretend, I lost a friend, I see an opp, I go in Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk, how you ain't never come spin? I told my mama to grin, we at the top, I ain't been broke in a min' Father, my bad for the sin, since I begin, I just got lost in the wind I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer, he gotta come home again I need like fifty a show, that's how it go, I pick up half at the end Young nigga settin' a trend, copped me a Bimmer, truly, I wanted a Benz [Verse 2] I hope my mother forgive, shit that I did, she ain't expect from a kid It's just the way that it is, stick to your biz 'fore you start runnin' your jibs I know some killers and goons, I send 'em lurkin', they finna get you by noon You could get swept like a broom, heaven got room, you finna go up there soon What you assume? Had to eat, I ain't start with no spoon Feel like brother just got me in tune Now I'm finna shoot off to the moon Numbers goin' like Sonic, they zoom Bitches fiendin' to give up they coo' Made a milli', so long from a goon I'ma have me a billion soon, nah, nah I'ma reach for the stars Ice gon' cop me a new Audemar Had to let go like five at the bar Told the dealership upgrade my car I be the man, two milli' plus on the 'Gram, learn what you don't understand You just a fan, soon as you saw me, you ran, bro caught a hit off the Xan' Boy, I'ma blam, that's what you don't understand, no, we ain't finna throw hands, no, no Nigga tryna steal my shine I'ma clap 'fore you try to take mine (No, no, no, no) Lately I been on my grind, for a fact, we gon' all be fine (No, no, no, no) Haters tryna waste my time, for a fact, I don't pay 'em no mind [Chorus] Niggas can say what they want, say what they want, they must not want me to win This shit not cap or pretend, I lost a friend, I see an opp, I go in Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk, how you ain't never come spin? I told my mama to grin, we at the top, I ain't been broke in a min' Father, my bad for the sin, since I begin, I just got lost in the wind I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer, he gotta come home again I need like fifty a show, that's how it go, I pick up half at the end Young nigga settin' a trend, copped me a Bimmer, truly, I wanted a Benz