Gone ft. 602 Byron & Brizzy Wes Lyrics

Ion got a bag for the bitch she don't need no cash

She just want this dick

Brother in the back with the strap he aint ever gon leave

Trigger finger just itch

Shawty went bad and she back cuz my wrist on froze

But she sad cuz my heart went cold

Who the toad who croaked two six fuck a pistol and a badge

Ion need no blue to wear strap

Nina got an attitude

Make a motherfucker backflip

Gratitude for money and my brothers and a bad bitch

I ain't never talking to em till I get to rapping

But let these motherfuckas try to play me as a counterfit

I swear

Say you sending shots, you can't hurt em in the air

Shawty got cake, make her tax it like the fair

If you cant relate stay the fuck up over there

Don't be scared here's a care bear since you so sweet

What's the word on the street yea it's he

If I'm moving with the work I'm discreet

Yea he dead aint the same about the beef

Shoot a shirt when you see him on a T

What's a bird to a bitch spilling tea

Why's it hurting if never gon bleed (you a bitch)

What's a working motherfucker to somebody gotta eat

Just another motherfucker with a lease

Shit

Brother said I turnt into a beast

This, bitch told me fuck her to the beat

Go, crazy when I'm in it like a freak

She a freak too, on her knees, who

Told her ion know

Hopefully not a ghost but she acting like a demon with the way she use her throat

Almost thought I saw a halo

Must've been an angle

Other than my momma I aint never met an angel

Bitch I'm

Gone

I hit the road

I'm doing shows

I'm on a go mode

You watching go pro's

Just to try to understand how we live this life

Do wrong just to get it right

Till I met the motherfucking mic hoe

Ion got a bag for bitch she don't need no cash

She just want this dick

Brother in the back with the strap he ain't ever gon leave

Trigger finger still itch

Shawty went bad and she back cuz my wrist on froze

But she sad cuz my heart went cold

But I said bye lil bitch

Fuck up, I hit the road

Yeah

I'm back to the bag

I'm getting this money and shit I aint had

I'm getting to bread

Cuz they aint want help me when I was down bad

Yeah I'm back to the bag

Pretty boy yeah I know that you mad

Left your pussy ass leaking took all of your gold and you pussies don't know how to act

Yeah you pussies don't know how to act

Had to cut off the snakes and the rats

And quit asking about me you know where to find me lil nigga you know where I'm at

I be posted inside of the trap

Got my liquor my boys off the yak

If you choose the wrong side

And fuck with the opps

Then nigga just stay where you at

Yeah nigga just stay where you at

ARP's and the glocks on my lap

Five Five Six Two Two Three and I'm leaving the scene if you pussies just try me relax

Cuz nigga I was raised in the Vale

From the desert you know we raise hell

I was talking to god, and writing in my journal when I was locked up in that cell

Ion got a bag for the bitch she don't need no cash

She just want this dick

Brother in the back w the strap he aint ever gon leave

Trigger finger just itch

Shawty went bad and she back cuz my wrist on froze

But she sad cuz my heart went cold

Who the toad who croaked two six fuck a pistol and a badge

Ion need no blue to wear strap

I got three hundred ounces baby who rolling it

If you aint fucking imma kick you out the Cullinan

Everything exotic what you talking about

I got fifty rounds what you talking about

Lil boy you pussy yeah, watch your mouth

Lil boy you pussy put you on the shelf

Ten karat ring punch you in your mouth

Paparazzi sign that's a hundred rounds

Your bitch fucked the team

Did the run around

They say I'm the morning king

You still bumming out

You still bumming out