Go Part 1 Letra - Polo G ft. G Herbo

Yeah, livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero

Expensive nightmares on a—

Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow

Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow

Livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero, oh

And the guns, better get low

And the guns, better get low (Kid), uh

Rather get caught with it

Can't fuck with too many, I feel like I'm too authentic

Pink slip shawty, bitch, this Maybach, it ain't rented

And my Rollie presidential like I know the Senate

If it's that, we suited up, we hop right out on business

Really ain't no need to check his pulse, they know he finished

Nigga, where I come from, no, it ain't no happy endings

I'm a trenches baby, when it's danger, I can sense it

One up top in nina, I feel anger, I'ma send it (Buck, buck, buck, buck)

K's up, killer season like I'm Killa Cam

A lot of Ls that season, I was losin' all my niggas, damn

Three years later, whole world know who the fuck I am

I could pop out, couple million flexin' for the 'Gram

Got a six-car garage, I might need me a Lamb'

Let a nigga plot on robbin', that nina'll blam

Twin .40s stick together like Gina and Pam (Yeah, boom)

Ayy, bitch, I'm really him (G Herbo)

And all the shooters love me, they call a nigga Rim

Snuck in the club, that baby Glock tucked right in my Timbs (I got it)

Still got a AR, you get chopped, run up on my Lamb' (Grrah)

Pussy, no bap (Ayy), I don't bap a lot (No bap)

Can't say no cap, put that on cap, I'm with Capalot (That's lil' bro)

The FN Ruger on my lap when I don't got a Glock (Federal)

Been totin' pistols before rap, I don't know how to stop

I can't switch, can't keepin' takin' risks 'cause I'm really rich

Got a deal, can't be in that field 'cause we really blitz

Foreign wheels, I bought six whips, now they on my dick

Maybach cost a quarter mill', that ain't really shit

Can't let 'em see me lose, they expectin' me to crash

All my cars up to date, no point in dwellin' in the past

See 'em, hop out, chase 'em, we on every nigga ass

Trip you, walk down, face 'em, get 'em gone then hit the gas, uh

Well actually, I keep that strap with me

Say we ain't slidin', have you get zipped up talkin', my point exactly

My lil' niggas aim for headshots and they got accuracy

Push a bitch right out that leg-lock like ain't no trappin' me (Uh)

Tell me what it is, we ain't duckin' smoke, we ain't scared

He reach for this Carti', it's gon' be a whole lotta red

Time to kill 'em all, I been in mode, I ain't playin'

Used to be my dawg, he lost control off the meds, uh

Yeah, livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero

Expensive nightmares on a—

Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow

Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow

Livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero, oh

And the guns, better get low

And the guns, better get low