Go To Jail

[Intro]

Phew

Swagg B

Me in house girl and I'm just being trap god

Me in house, my mice would been a trap god (Naw)

All these niggas talk like they trap gods (Swagg B)

All this talkin', they, they ain't

I will leave ya bang bang bang

Some millions and you heard ambulance

Niggas mad, I don't know why, damn

[Chorus]

All these niggas talk like they trap gods, talking like they so hard

They ain't never sold hard

And I know that I'm a rapper

I can have thirty niggas up in your yard

And I sip too much damn lean

And you would think I always had a cold

And his bitch saw my pistol and touched it

I'm like, "What you touched that for?"

Unless you finna shoot some shit for So

Don't touch my pistol

'Cause I don't wanna have to blow ya

'Cause I don't wanna have to go to jail

[Verse 1]

I'm high as fuck like oh well

Shooting shit like hold them

He said he know me, I don't know him

I'm flexing on these niggas, no gym

I got indicted selling coke and selling dope

I don't wanna do that shit no more

But you can come and sell it for me though

Don't tell nobody on me though

I don't wanna have to move to Puerto Rico

And change everything on my ID though

'Cause I'll never snitch on my 'migos

'Cause when I bought 6 from him, he gave me 4 more

[Chorus]

All these niggas talk like they trap gods, talking like they so hard

They ain't never sold hard

And I know that I'm a rapper

I can have thirty niggas up in your yard

And I sip too much damn lean

And you would think I always had a cold

And his bitch saw my pistol and touched it

I'm like, "What you touched that for?"

Unless you finna shoot some shit for So

Don't touch my pistol

'Cause I don't wanna have to blow ya

'Cause I don't wanna have to go to jail

[Verse 2]

Don't stalk me now, got a Glock on me now

Wish a nigga would try to follow me, bow!

But the block hot, the cops hot

Finna go to New Orleans, see the Mardi Gras

She a hot thot, she was already dropped

I'm tryna see if money love me or not

But I think money love me a lot

Try to take my shit, let the chopper fly

Like grah grah, grah grah

Chopper going for 'em like rah rah

You gon' be like "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah"

All these niggas talking like they trap god

'Til they ass get robbed

[Chorus]

All these niggas talk like they trap gods, talking like they so hard

They ain't never sold hard

And I know that I'm a rapper

I can have thirty niggas up in your yard

And I sip too much damn lean

And you would think I always had a cold

And his bitch saw my pistol and touched it

I'm like, "What you touched that for?"

Unless you finna shoot some shit for So

Don't touch my pistol

'Cause I don't wanna have to blow ya

'Cause I don't wanna have to go to jail