Go Part 1 (Feat. G Herbo)

[Chorus: Polo G] 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 [Verse 1: Polo G & G Herbo] 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 When I'm toppin' nina, I feel anger, I'm ascended (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) [Verse 2: G Herbo] 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 [Verse 3: Polo G] 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 lot of 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 [Chorus: Polo G] 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