gone - maajins lyrics
it’s a whole lotta n*ggas tryna get me, gone
we did a drill in the dark n*gga, turn the f*ckin high beams on
i up the g2 right at his mans, he died he cannot resp*wn
gone, he’s gone (yea) he’s gone
b*tch i’m a gentlemen, dress real proper
they tryna sign me, give me a offer
eyes on that paper like a test proctor
[?] he knew the doctor
he sent his b*tch to run down, and i popped her
that b*tch a groupie, infamous topper
i’m in the cut like [?]
i f*cked and i dipped on that b*tch i’m like foster
i don’t carry cash lil b*tch i got a black card
i got a bazooka we blow up his fast car
shot at his brother cause he tried to act hard
scope on that bag, lil b*tch yea it’s telfar
7.62s in the chamber, they go far
step up in my lab, b*tch i’m blasting like sonar
stealin the game swag, lil b*tch we own ours
wacka flocka in the paint, b*tch i go hard
i’m touchin down asking where the clothes are
you touchin down asking where the hoes are
calling yo troops, b*tch i’m calling omar
b*tch im wit the wolf gang like a mozart haha
off a perc 10 body on fire
he fit we cutting his wire
she said she need me it’s dire huh
that n*gga face in the flyer huh
my b*tch say i’m a liar huh
can’t rap on this beat b*tch i’m tired yuh
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