Music Video

Reddo & Brodinski - It's A Go [Salva Remix]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Reddo
Reddo
Performer
Brodinski
Brodinski
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Rogé
Louis Rogé
Composer
Robert Johnson
Robert Johnson
Composer
Salva
Salva
Composer

Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah
(Pray for salvation)
Kick the door down, ain't no point in waiting
That boy lie in his raps, he fornicating
They love you in the night, in the morning hating
Fuck a handout, ain't nobody made me
Won't sign for a while unless they talking M's
Shoot to make the shot, don't shoot at the rim
If you make it out then stay there
Fuck with the gang, they don't play fair
Stuffing the racks in the satchel
You don't pass it out, they wanna get at you
Passing out bullets, pray a hater catch 'em
He wanna play the game, he ain't about action
Finessing in every way, we make it happen
No time to play today, we gon' attack you
When you move heavy, be ready for static
Bust down the face in the Rollie but next I need me a little Patek
Racks, they put up in the attic
Shorty got stuck, it was tragic
When there's smoke in the air, you can't dodge it
Don't do no withdrawal, only taking deposits
And I pulled off in the big body Mazi
Got your bitch in the loft and she whip kamikaze
Straight on that shit, dropped me two lines of red
You know I'm equipped, I stay two steps ahead
Glock 40, I refill it with lead
Dripped a lil' hoe and she wet up the bed
I ain't signing no deal, independent instead
If I can't buy it then I can afford it
You tried to rent it, that's why you got shorted
My windows tinted, you can't see in
He got lost trying to fit in the mix
Got took off trying to act like he rich
How you loving that thot? That bitch do dicks
VS the rocks, they bame with the hit
Fuck all the cops, I don't hang with no pork
Sipping on drop, got me geeked like a dork
Drive real fast when I put it in sport
I'ma do the dash for the cash, no short
He don't got a passport, he get extorted
Moving big weight so my body's a little sore
Made me a way, they ain't open the door
Made me a way, they ain't open the door
Catch you a feat', I ain't selling no dope
Caught him down bad, put my foot on his throat
Got on my feet, I ain't going back broke
Rocking Off-White, she wanna ski down the slope
Rolling exotic, I don't play with my nose
New designer fit but it look old
I ain't trying shit, I know it's a go
Blitt
Written by: Louis Rogé, Robert Johnson, Salva
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