I’m Gone

Chorus:
40 in my double cup
You ain't fuck wit us
Way back when
Now you niggas lookin up to us
N shawty really hatin
God her nigga basic
Keep thinkin that you hard
Now we masked up jason
Ohhhhh
Im juss tryna fuck up on his main bitch
Shooter shooter uh ya
That nigga gamin
John doe fuck boi
We finna leave you nameless
Bitch fuck you and everyone you hang with
On gang bitch

Verse:
I hold my guitar like a choppa
Around my heart I got a damn suit of armour
Devil horns n tail with no muthafuckin honor
Shawty take a stick to my heart juss like a pinata
Smokin on dis grouchy till im oscar
Niggas finna hate a star because they can't get hotter
Try nd fuck around wit us we do you like a mobster
Say dat u got more den me like baby whats yo problem
My old self? I offed em
Gеmini lil bitch im an Air sign wit sum fire
Pack a punch this lil blunt n fuck it we get highеr
Eyes low fuck it nigga I been feelin tired
Honestly this love from her is what I desired
It's more den that
I think you need an oscar from the way u act
You keep sayin u love me honestly think you should take it back
N face the facts
That you ain't ever want me U was really entertaining dat
I woke up in the mourning feel amazing its amazing
Ion maybe this one new one is gonna save me
Takin dese percocets got me goin through some phases
My life like an open book you keep flippin the pages
I hope you still readin cause im on my way to greatness
Flex on dat bitch like a sit up
Drink codine n liquor
You ain't tough nigga
Yous a fuck nigga
My lil choppa a thottie
It gon fuck niggas
I got hella bands
What you want nigga
Ya ima catch a vibe den i’m gone
Nigga where yo bread what u on
Ima catch my high den i’m gone
Offa percocet bitch im gone
I took like 2 n a half
I spent a K onna Raf
Run up on me ima empty a mag
Go to the mall ion look at the tags
I told my shorty juss fuck it and grab
Geekin lil nigga im turnt to the max
.40 on me gon fly jet lag
Everyday im countin up quick cash

Chorus:
40 in my double cup
You ain't fuck wit us
Way back when
Now you niggas lookin up to us
N shawty really hatin
God her nigga basic
Keep thinkin that you hard
Now we masked up jason
Ohhhhh
Im juss tryna fuck up on his main bitch
Shooter shooter uh ya
That nigga be gamin
John doe fuck boi
We finna leave you nameless
Bitch fuck you and everyone you hang with
On gang bitch