Текст песни Going & Going - #TheAnti

I ain't worried bout em
Look at my hair I need it twisted
I'm still gone pull these bitches
Even thoe they say I ain't shit
I'm still gone chase a million
Even with a pretty penny, yeah
Niggas like to flex
But ain't too many fucking me
I keep going and going and going
(I'm going, I'm going)
I keep going and going and going
(I'm going, I'm going)
I keep going and going and going
I keep going and going and going
(Wooahhh - Wooahhh)

See I can't stress about my nigga
If he stressing bout bitches
I'm tryna get to a million
While he worried bout pussy
Niggas priors fucked up
Shit I can't do nothing with em
Busy stressing about bitches
Mane I need me a million
I turned cold
I don't like fucking with outside niggas
Fuck em, hoes lazy
These fuck niggas scary
Mac 11 with the drum
Chila he got a 40
Killa gotta beam on it
I ain't missing no targets
I'm cold widit take ya hoe
Pass to the homie
Alley oop, call me Kobe
I can't Shaq with a hoe
Young nigga I left Aiken
Just to go to Ohio
Kinda pissed forgot refill
On my lean, that's a problem
Fuck it, young nigga stunting
My neck and wrist looking right
I took an L on my grill
But my 2nd one tight
I heard some niggas talking shit
But imma take me a shot
That bitch you bragging bout
Me and the team done hit her

I ain't worried bout em
Look at my hair I need it twisted
I'm still gone pull these bitches
Even thoe they say I ain't shit
I'm still gone chase a million
Even with a pretty penny, yeah
Niggas like to flex
But ain't too many fucking me
I keep going and going and going
(I'm going, I'm going)
I keep going and going and going
(I'm going, I'm going)
I keep going and going and going
I keep going and going and going
(Wooahhh - Wooahhh)

Sipping on this liquor got me crazy
On some other shit
My nigga still popping them jiggas
Yeah I took half of it
We took a trip to South Atlanta
To the booty club
Got dunk af got 2 two mo shows
And we still made home
Me and Trey B stealing bases
Smiling in they faces
Paper chasing took some loses
We aint stressing nigga
I'm putting pressure on these niggas
They can't take it baby
I'm innovating and creating
Fuck them niggas hating
They said I've changed
But where the fuck have you been
Damn right
I'm loving the king that I muhfuggin am
Shit is easy 4 labels want me
I'm still yelling fuck em
I ain't no dummie
You think you finna shit me out my money
Don't call my phone bitch
Yep, that's how I'm feeling
Don't be worried bout them niggas
Pussy, get outcha feelings
Tell em ketchup DollarMenu
Too much mayonnaise in my sauce
Big Mac them niggas small fries
(I think he need some salt)

I ain't worried bout em
Look at my hair I need it twisted
I'm still gone pull these bitches
Even thoe they say I ain't shit
I'm still gone chase a million
Even with a pretty penny, yeah
Niggas like to flex
But ain't too many fucking me
I keep going and going and going
(I'm going, I'm going)
I keep going and going and going
(I'm going, I'm going)
I keep going and going and going
I keep going and going and going
(Wooahhh - Wooahhh)