GONE BY 2NIIGHT

[Intro]
Huh, yeah
Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, yeah, huh, yeah
Bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah
Back to the bag, I’m on my bag shit
I’m talkin’ ‘bout blues and all that shit, you feel me?
Yeah, what?

[Verse]
“What? Back to the bag like Suede, I’m dippin’ with it, I’m gone by tonight
Pussy, wanna fight? So it’s on sight?”
Nah, you do not want this, fuck you thought? (Dead Retire)
“What the fuck makes you think that you’re right?”
‘Cause I know that you’re bitch-made
Uh, you think you all that? Nigga, I am yo’ sensei
“Let me show what typa timin’ I’m on”
Nah, you ain’t shit, bitch, run the ones, come on
“I just did, hit yo’ temple, you down on the ground”
Oh, you think hittin’ me once makes you tough now? (“Yeah”)
Let me show you, have you ever seen them rounds? (“What?”)
Ah, fah-fah-fah (“Ah, shit”), I’ma aim it at you now
“Hol’ up, wait, who in the fuck said we usin’ guns?”
It was me, bitch, don’t you got you one?
“Course I do, take the stock out, I put in the drum” (Dead Retire)
Oh, shit, it’s a hunnid, “and I’ll give you one
Bitch, I’m Lone Shotta, you know how it is”
Well, bitch, I’m X Miicho, so I don’t give a shit
“I roll on my own and–” bitch, shut the fuck up, you said that (“Yo, what?” Dead Retire)
Quit it, we know what you said, we know what you did (“Man, this guy”)
We know what you done, we know you ain’t shit without a lil’ gun (“Oh, let me show you”)
We know that you mad, I’m yo’ dad, you my son
“Hol’ up, bitch, talkin’ that shit? Let’s talk about you
You remember that year you was trippin’ ‘bout bitches?” (The fuck?)
“And had all ‘em niggas in yo’ little hitlist?
And, bitch, you a pussy, you didn’t kill ‘em”
I guess you right, but I’ma do it wit’ you (Dead Retire), now I’ma hit you
“Okay, go on, take a shot,” bet, bah-bah-bah, wait, what the fuck?
“Bitch, I’m immortal, I’m stayin’ alive” (Ah, shit, why didn’t you say that then?)
“I don’t know, but now it’s time for you to get hit with the fire
So get ready to die, one, two, three, fah-fah-fah” (Ha, oh, my God, this nigga)
“Wait, bitch, why didn’t you die?” (Dead Retire)
Well, you said you immortal, guess what, lil’ bitch? So am I
“So we the same?” I guess that we is, it’s no game
Let me tell you, I know I was trippin’ ‘bout bitches and cryin’ ‘bout hoes
But you wishin’ the worst on yo’ foes
You think that you tough with a strap?
I’ll explain why you not, take a seat and sit back
Does killin’ a nigga make you proud or not?
Does jumpin’ a nigga fill you up with pride? (Dead Retire)
Do you feel happy when his own mama cry?
What if it’s you? What would you do?
“Damn it, my nigga, I guess that you right”
Now we on the same page, let’s smoke us a blunt, I got me the lighter
“Damn it, my nigga, you opened my eyes”
Well, in this life, that’s the real prize
And now I’m just hopin’ that we get along
“Nigga, that was the point of the song”

[Outro]
Now I’m ghost