I'm Gone Lyrics

Pop on the ops and I'm litty I'm gone

Ride for my block my city I'm gone

Baller my neck and my wrist and I'm gone

Hop in the lambs wit biddies I'm gone

I took pack to the the journey I'm gone

I hit two blunts in the morning I'm gone

I sip two bottles of Morgan I'm gone

I drop the cash and I'm swerving I'm gone

Whenever you want it you know that it's on

We whip for low, we sell for the high

We what we do to go and get by

Three thotties with me they down for slimes

Down with my slimes I'm gripping the nines

Richard mill on me I need me the the ice

You couldn't know less you living this life

Hustlin' and tumblin' thru all of these vibes

Slummin' and bumin', the bottom I started

The game was a bitch and it made me heartless

The game is a mare I strapped up my harness

I'm on the backroads, the come up of stardom

Pop on the ops and I'm litty I'm gone

Ride for my block and my city I'm gone

Baller my neck and my wrist and I'm gone

Hop in the lambs with biddies I'm gone

I took a pack to the the journey I'm gone

I hit two blunts in the morning I'm gone

I sip two bottles of Morgan I'm gone

I drop the cash and I'm swerving I'm gone

I took the druggies they blockin' my visuals

I flip the money then count my residuals

I drip Bulgari my wrist is a spectacle

I got a baddie she twerk and she flexible

My slimes they be mobbing, I ride till the end of 'em

Fakes they was eyeing my wrist and my Sentinel

Whippin' in foreigns, My loud is from local though

Europe I'm touring, I'm selling out festivals

Bae she be calling, I give her my burner phone

Treeshing my money, she thought I ain't notice though

Playin it dumb, pimp game in my chromosomes

Who was you testing, I gots to go loco though

Pop on the ops and I'm litty I'm gone

Ride for my block and my city I'm gone

Baller my neck and my wrist and I'm gone

Hop in the lambs wit biddies I'm gone

I took a pack to the the journey I'm gone

I hit two blunts in the morning I'm gone

I sip two bottles of Morgan I'm gone

I drop the cash and I'm swerving I'm gone

Pop on the ops and I'm litty I'm gone

Ride for my block and my city I'm gone

Baller my neck and my wrist and I'm gone

Hop in the lambs wit biddies I'm gone

I took a pack to the the journey I'm gone

I hit two blunts in the morning I'm gone

I sip two bottles of Morgan I'm gone

I drop the cash and I'm swerving I'm gone