Lyricist : Conor Matthews/Kelby Williams/Evan Gartner/Jae Green

Composer : Conor Matthews/Kelby Williams/Evan Gartner/Jae Green

We go, we go

For real

Let's go

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

She a freak, let me tell you how I met this cool bitch

From the city and she litty

Said she was freaky 'cause she bought the cool whip

Vacay, we took two trips

Had to postpone, got a boob lift

Only thing I don't like is how her whole mood switched

Spent ten racks on cool kicks

She a cool bitch (She a cool bitch)

I do what I want (I do what I want)

I'm smokin' on runtz, I'm drivin' a foreign, my truck in the front (My truck in the front)

She drinkin' moscato right out of the bottle, I'm smokin' a blunt (I'm smokin' on what?)

That Gucci and Louie and Fendi my jacket 'cause I like to flaunt ('Cause I like to flaunt, for real)

I'm a big steppеr (Big stepper)

Windows tinted so you can't see mе (Can't see me)

He can't rap, so he can't be me

I'm dripping water, like a damn Fiji (For real)

Now she see me on the damn TV

Would've thought I'd spend my advance easy

Amiri denim, so my pants easy

I'ma take a picture so my 'Gram see me, for real

We go (We go, we go)

Seven nights in the casino (For real)

Twenty-thousand, a gazebo (Let's go)

Take the lead [?] to Rio (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Me and my amigos (Ayy)

You know we go (We go, we go)

Shawty blow me, like a pre-roll (For real)

Cutting lines, like she an emo (Ayy)

[?] (Ayy, ayy)

Me and my amigos, we go (Ayy)

Von Dutch on my trucker (My trucker)

[?] on the highway, I'm a Bentley driver, mother****er

She's so bad, she got class, I might just hit without a rubber (For real)

But that don't mean that I love her (Facts)

There's a good chance I won't cuff her

I clean her system, like a plumber, goddamn (Goddamn, goddamn)

I could write a whole book and tell you how to get money (How to get money)

I could take you downtown, take you to the club, show you how to get honey (For real)

I could show you how to take risks, like flippin' shit with the rent money, I been funny

Moved to the west coast, nigga, and it's been sunny, goddamn

We go (We go, we go)

Seven nights in the casino (For real)

Twenty-thousand, a gazebo (Let's go)

Take the lead [?] to Rio (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Me and my amigos (Ayy)

You know we go (We go, we go)

Shawty blow me, like a pre-roll (For real)

Cutting lines, like she an emo (Ayy)

[?] (Ayy, ayy)

Me and my amigos, we go (Ayy)