Gotta Go
    (专辑: Trap Jack 2.5 - 2019)
    
    Kirk  'Kachi, where you at?  Akachi on the 
beat, lil' bitch  Look, my guy  I'ma show you like this, my nigga  This is how much I'ma give you  If you don't like it then get the 
fuck out my face  I'm deadass tired of talking to you right now  Gotta dip though, like, deadass  Come on, pick one, pick one, pick one, my nigga  Fuck you want?   I 
left the 
stove on at the 
crib, I 
gotta go  It's Gucci on my clothes, hit the 
bank, I 
gotta roll  Yo' girl said I'm sexy, I'm finna take her soul  I'm riding in a 
Lambo, a 
nigga on the 
road  I'm chilling on the 
beach, that's prolly why I 
got a 
tan  New girl straight from Belize, ain't got no visa, she a 
ten  Full price for my designer, your shit fake bro, don't pretend  I 
only talk to Benji, so yeah, I 
got no friends   If you want a 
feature, yeah, you gotta pay the 
fee  Nigga, ain't shit cheap and it's def not free  Twenty thousand dollars and that's just for one verse  I 
use it for my bitch, now she got a 
new purse  That was a 
Chanel bag, why it cost so much  Yeah I'm in a 
big Bim, yo' bitch choking blunts  With me and my big team, yeah she wanna fuck (Young Rich Squad)  A 
big fiend when it comes to— (You a 
fiend, dog) Ayy   Joey kill shit, uh, no hit list  My bitch big lips, uh, no limp dick  I'm grinding hard bitch, uh, one rip stick  Four damn skateboards, no kick flips  Joey Gucci, no Louis  Think her ass flat, buy her booty  I 
might buy that, she use it  Fix a 
flat, my life a 
movie  Uh, look  Uh, wait  I'm fucking up on the 
beat  We really came from the 
street  Joey will not see the 
defeat  Yo' girlfriend sucking my meat  Yo' girlfriend sucking me  Yo' bitch been giving me head  I 
pull up in a 
new Benz  My wrist is outta Ben 10  I 
treat yo' crush like a 
fan  You bought her flowers you mad, look  You bought her flowers, you mad  Go return those to the 
store  She ain't text you 'cause she bored  Matter fact, she ain't text you cause she sore  I'm like an eagle I 
soar  Flying so high on the 
shore   I 
left the 
stove on at the 
crib, I 
gotta go  It's Gucci on my clothes, hit the 
bank, I 
gotta roll  Yo' girl said I'm sexy, I'm finna take her soul  I'm riding in a 
Lambo, a 
nigga on the 
road  I'm chilling on the 
beach, that's prolly why I 
got a 
tan  New girl straight from Belize, ain't got no visa, she a 
ten  Full price for my designer, your shit fake bro, don't pretend  I 
only talk to Benji, so yeah, I 
got no friends   Joey Trap is daddy