Gone

Ay, she hit me when i'm
Ay, yuh, yuh, yuh, ay, ay
Ay, she hit me when i'm, so
She, yuh, ay, yuh, ay, uh

Ay she hit me when i'm gone
So she sorry on my posts
Really from the west but I get it on the low
S up on my chest, off this 30 I just float
I woke up with them racks
Spent the penny just to boast

We only want the facts all
The other shit for broke
I don't want no cause I couldn't
Get it when I was broke
That's just how she act
She so sedictive when she's on go
Undertaker, dead man
Walkin' on a tight rope
Ain't no kickstand, we layin' on the floor
She fucked him cause the wrist band
Got her in my show
Really in Atlanta from the go
Disrespect the Fanta, it remind me of a hoe
Really in the matrix
And it's mind over matter geeked up
Sippin' green couldn't find nobody
Who had it to them fan hoes
Them boujee sluts a challenge
I was sixteen had yo bitches in white palaces