Won’t Go

Lyrics

[Intro: Blxst] Yeah [Chorus: Blxst] Ay, I live it like that (Sheesh) I bet on myself, bitch, I get it right back And I'm from the mud, I spin it and bounce back (Back) Don't level with me 'cause my limit don't match I'm the guy, the supply, yeah, the bro, yeah (That nigga) You paid the high, but for me, I got that low (I'm that nigga) I'm upset and my niggas cutthroat (Cutthroat) And broke? Never, that's a place I won't go [Verse 1: Joey Fatts] These Forgis offset, we don't do low-lows (Low-lows) Twenty-fours and these tires low pros Supercharge, put that bitch in sport mode (Sport mode) Do that dash, see how fast this bitch go (Yeah) It's lonely at the top, I been here a minute (Here a minute) Richer than my opps, I know these niggas livid (Haha) This 41 is on the rocks, this chain a nice ticket Can say we beat the statistics 'Cause they said that we'll be dead or in prison Shawty go crazy with the head, man, she gifted (Yeah) Make you wonder how much head she been givin' I been grindin', gettin' money, out the way, I be chillin' But it seem like these pussy niggas hate for a livin' But it's Naughty though (But it's Naughty though) [?] coupe, pour a four and toast Bring a friend and come through, we can eat and smoke (Eat and smoke) This the life I'm livin' as a young loc I know these niggas do it, but I do the most, facts [Chorus: Blxst] Ay, I live it like that (Sheesh) I bet on myself, bitch, I get it right back And I'm from the mud, I spin it and bounce back (Back) Don't level with me 'cause my limit don't match I'm the guy, the supply, yeah, the bro, yeah (That nigga) You paid the high, but for me, I got that low (I'm that nigga) I'm upset and my niggas cutthroat (Cutthroat) And broke? Never, that's a place I won't go [Verse 2: Blxst] For every time I fell off track, I need a fifty pack Run up a bag and run through it, I don't know how to act I'm tryna bust down the bezel, baby, like Joey Fatts They say new level, new devil, nigga, look where we at For every tear that I drop, hope a dollar come with it I don't know how we escaped but I'm just grateful we did it I'm tryna make me a ticket, might just take me a minute Lil' Breezy don't get impatient, I can taste it and feel it You know I want it bad, run up a duffel bag Gotta be wealthy, not rich, I'm tryna make it last I just been cookin' up, studio like Breaking Bad I ain't been lookin' up, I'll save the best for last I took the wheel and gassed, they thought I played the backseat LA nigga heatin' up like it's the Valley, yeah Niggas think it's sweet throwin' salt at me I don't wanna beef, rather be happy Why you mad, dog? [Chorus: Blxst] Ay, I live it like that (Sheesh) I bet on myself, bitch, I get it right back And I'm from the mud, I spin it and bounce back (Back) Don't level with me 'cause my limit don't match I'm the guy, the supply, yeah, the bro, yeah (That nigga) You paid the high, but for me, I got that low (I'm that nigga) I'm upset and my niggas cutthroat (Cutthroat) And broke? Never, that's a place I won't go (Ever)