On-Go Songtext
von Weiland

New phone, yeah, I′m goin' ghost
Put that bitch on airplane mode
In the party and I got my pole
You a lame, need to play your role
Gin$eng, hehe!

Yeah, yeah my pistol on go, my bitch on go
They know I′m 'bout to blow, yeah
Bad bitch, she off the blow, and she on go
My pistol on go, yeah
And my pistol on go, my bitch on go
They know I'm ′bout to blow, yeah
And my pistol on go, my bitch on go
My bitch on go


New phone, yeah, I′m goin' ghost
Put that bitch on airplane mode
In the party and I got my pole
You a lame, need to play your role
Woke up with a bitch I don′t even know
And I walked out with a Moncler coat
Yeah, my pockets on that payload
Out of country, yeah, just to do a show
On the highway, goin' so fast
Yeah, my money fat and my bitch bad
I was down bad, now I′m gettin' cash
Dressed up, Undercover, yeah, all black
You pull up in Honda, I pull up in Jag
Yeah, you flexin′ cash, you can get jacked
Choppa tucked inside a big Louis bag
I get to the bands, yeah, I love to brag
Had to quit them xans, perkies get a pass

Yeah, yeah, yeah she on go
Pistol on go, yeah, she on go
Bad bitch on go, Glock, it on go
Pistol on go, and she on go
Yeah, my bitch she on go
Pistol on go, and she on go
And she off that coke, yeah, you know I'm 'bout to glo


Did this all alone, I′m so handy
Splinter cell, no Tom Clancy
I′m in Rick Owens, yeah, I'm so fancy
Yeah, I love to jugg, I′m a vigilante
And that pistol on go, my bitch on go
They know I'm ′bout to blow, yeah
And my bitch, she on go, she gone off the coke
Yeah, they know I'm ′bout to blow
And my pistol on go, my bitch on go
Shooter to my left, shooter to my right
We got guns, we don't fight
We can have a war, big gunfight
And that pistol, yeah, it on go
And that pistol, yeah, it on go
And that pistol, yeah, it on go