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Go Myself Video (MV)




Performed By: YSN TM
Language: English
Length: 2:16
Written by: YSN TM
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YSN TM - Go Myself Lyrics
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Nigga, M.O.B
Yeah, it's T.M
M.O.B
Gang, gang, gang, gang, yeah
Ha, gang, yeah
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm
After y'all f*cked up, nigga
After y'all f*cked up, nigga
Ah, ah, gang
F*cked up, some niggas known for catchin' bills
But my mails ain't tryna slide, get in that car and go myself
But it's determined, this ain't no pharmacy, come get it off the shelf
A whole clip in him, watch his whole body move
Nigga, we on that court, we tryna get another ring
Boy, I be like the B-R-I-M, you see me dumpin' all these ends
I'm the type to rain you down, but at night I use my beam
I'm the big in the paint, pass the ball, I'm like Kareem
I got headies on my phone, but I'm glidin' to my fiend
Ball heads like the Clipper, wipe you down like Mr. Clean
I'm at the drain, got a talent, minute, lil' bitch like the scene
Talk to f*ck a bitch and dog her ass, I leave her on scene
You gon' get left, you try to play me like a pussy
In the field, I'm a vest, so don't you play me like I'm ripped
I tell cuz I want some dead niggas, roll up that damn coupe
Got my assassin on his ass, was actin' hard, I heard he shook
Heard them football numbers turn rap, then they cook, bitch
Ain't no leg shots, type to hit you in your damn face
Real stuff, I'm in the wood, got my jug lookin' lace
All these f*ckers bought that bitch, boy, go get some damn pay
Man, you ain't f*ckin' with no bum, but you f*ckin' with a winner
Got Rick on boost, cuz I'm tappin' with Lil' Spinner
I can pray every night, but keep it real, man, I'm a sinner
Get the dog from the plug, I'm from the thawed and the blender
I don't like you if you try me, give a f*ck about a ginger
Get your bitch last week, why the f*ck you actin' tender
To my head, he in, I think his name's Lennon
Now he think he not goin', got a bitch, I'm finna send her
Get the job, we on the ass, I'm sendin' hundreds, some shots
Fake me a lifestyle, tryna be somethin' you not
Boy, I got G-Lock on my hip, I am not tryna box
Don't even put your hands on me, you gon' die, won't say a lot
Doggy actin' too untouchable, that got his ass showered
You can't come around tomorrow, word around, they said you cop
Hit the bitch, then pass the brodie, ain't no cackin', she get blocked
If I ain't never bent on you, boy, don't claim me as no opp
Why the f*ck you wanna do that, we be sendin' boys up top
You don't wanna die young, so stop thinkin' with your cop
And I do not want your bitch, please come and get your ball
I got fire, he ain't zen, boy, come shop, I got a lot
Put your favorite point guard in, boy, just know he gettin' locked
Ain't no shooter on that side, I get busy with my chop
Holic breakin' down G's, I just post it on the block
Nigga, gang, gang, gang
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English

Nigga, M.O.B
Yeah, it's T.M
M.O.B
Gang, gang, gang, gang, yeah
Ha, gang, yeah
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm
After y'all f*cked up, nigga
After y'all f*cked up, nigga
Ah, ah, gang
F*cked up, some niggas known for catchin' bills
But my mails ain't tryna slide, get in that car and go myself
But it's determined, this ain't no pharmacy, come get it off the shelf
A whole clip in him, watch his whole body move
Nigga, we on that court, we tryna get another ring
Boy, I be like the B-R-I-M, you see me dumpin' all these ends
I'm the type to rain you down, but at night I use my beam
I'm the big in the paint, pass the ball, I'm like Kareem
I got headies on my phone, but I'm glidin' to my fiend
Ball heads like the Clipper, wipe you down like Mr. Clean
I'm at the drain, got a talent, minute, lil' bitch like the scene
Talk to f*ck a bitch and dog her ass, I leave her on scene
You gon' get left, you try to play me like a pussy
In the field, I'm a vest, so don't you play me like I'm ripped
I tell cuz I want some dead niggas, roll up that damn coupe
Got my assassin on his ass, was actin' hard, I heard he shook
Heard them football numbers turn rap, then they cook, bitch
Ain't no leg shots, type to hit you in your damn face
Real stuff, I'm in the wood, got my jug lookin' lace
All these f*ckers bought that bitch, boy, go get some damn pay
Man, you ain't f*ckin' with no bum, but you f*ckin' with a winner
Got Rick on boost, cuz I'm tappin' with Lil' Spinner
I can pray every night, but keep it real, man, I'm a sinner
Get the dog from the plug, I'm from the thawed and the blender
I don't like you if you try me, give a f*ck about a ginger
Get your bitch last week, why the f*ck you actin' tender
To my head, he in, I think his name's Lennon
Now he think he not goin', got a bitch, I'm finna send her
Get the job, we on the ass, I'm sendin' hundreds, some shots
Fake me a lifestyle, tryna be somethin' you not
Boy, I got G-Lock on my hip, I am not tryna box
Don't even put your hands on me, you gon' die, won't say a lot
Doggy actin' too untouchable, that got his ass showered
You can't come around tomorrow, word around, they said you cop
Hit the bitch, then pass the brodie, ain't no cackin', she get blocked
If I ain't never bent on you, boy, don't claim me as no opp
Why the f*ck you wanna do that, we be sendin' boys up top
You don't wanna die young, so stop thinkin' with your cop
And I do not want your bitch, please come and get your ball
I got fire, he ain't zen, boy, come shop, I got a lot
Put your favorite point guard in, boy, just know he gettin' locked
Ain't no shooter on that side, I get busy with my chop
Holic breakin' down G's, I just post it on the block
Nigga, gang, gang, gang
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