Discover the poetic beauty in ‘If I Gotta Go’ by A Boogie wit da Hoodie. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A Boogie wit da Hoodie or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
I seen a lotta bitches get slid in and make me not want to be faithful to bitches
I did a lotta fucked up shit and I know I was wrong but just pray for a nigga
I look up at Quo
I wish I could look at my bro but now he keep a angel with niggas
Beastie you know
I’m goin’ in on these niggas
I am not playin’ with niggas
If I gotta go
I know that the rest of my niggas is gonna put pain on them niggas
I already know
Nothin’ to say to them niggas
Just let it rain on them niggas
Just let it go
Go ahead and call me lil’ nigga
I be with them gangsta niggas
I f*ck with my bros
I won’t switch up on my niggas
I show love to all of my niggas
Can I come by, f*ck what happened last night
I need good vibes don’t you give me bad vibes
Enemies that turned into my allies
I think I would die before I switched sides
I went to war with niggas, but we used to be friends though
You was my nigga
I wish the best for you even though you want me dead though
Melody need me
She gotta see me on TV, no nigga I can’t go
I wasn’t with it
I had to get it with niggas that thought I was scared though
Bitches be all on my dick but they never would notice me if I was dead broke
I used to posted up right on that strip with a stick
I was just like a scarecrow
Sosa was with me, he had a strap on him
You woulda thought it was Velcro
I was on 50 when niggas givin’ out a buck 50 for damn codes
I had the grippy when they tried to catch me slippin’
Nigga, I was like “Hell, no”
I’m movin’ mili’
I keep some gang members with me in every damn show
Up in my city
I keep a heater around ’cause I know how it gets cold
Bitches be tricky
I know that I can never put my trust into damn ho
I seen a lotta bitches get slid in and make me not want to be faithful to bitches
I did a lotta fucked up shit and I know I was wrong but just pray for a nigga
I look up at Quo
I wish I could look at my bro but now he keep a angel with niggas
Beastie you know
I’m goin’ in on these niggas
I am not playin’ with niggas
If I gotta go
Rest of my niggas is gonna put pain on them niggas
Let it rain on them niggas
I coulda went plain on a Patek but I had to flood it though
I coulda put S size on a Cuban but I’m gettin’ money though
I gotta stay to myself
Niggas say that they gon’ do shit but nigga I never know
I got a H on my belt and the band don’t come with it, I gotta be color though
The VVS’s on my chain, VVS’s on me lookin’ so colorful
VVS’s on my ring, VVS’s on the plane so colorful
Mike Amiri Billie Jean, red bottoms on the stage
I f*ck it up
Drivin’ 488s
Used to have to take the train, but f*ck it though
Big safe, big face, big Wraith, nothing but big things
Big bank take lil’ bank, nigga, but I be in big banks
Young MJ from where the Knicks play
Pull up with six rings
Ice on my arm like my wrist sprained
So many hoes I forget names
I seen a lotta bitches get slid in and make me not want to be faithful to bitches
I did a lotta fucked up shit and I know I was wrong but just pray for a nigga
I look up at Quo
I wish I could look at my bro but now he keep a angel with niggas
Beastie you know
I’m goin’ in on these niggas
I am not playin’ with niggas
If I gotta go
Rest of my niggas is gonna put pain on them niggas
Let it rain on them niggas