Gone 1 Day
Would of gave you my all baby, yea I should of been knew it wouldn't even work
From the start baby
On house arrest I would of took you to all kinds of places
Got me fucked up in my mind I'm going all kinds of crazy
All kinds of crazy
I need yo love baby whoa
If you told me that you ain't love It'll break my soul baby
My soul
Yo love and affection
I could of been told you,you my bestfriend
On the block with a Wesson
I could of showed you how to bring the backend
Backend all types
I remember I ain't have nothing
40 cal. hug it tight
Ops might pull up get to dumping
Backend all types
I remember I ain't have nothing
40 cal. hug it tight
Ops might pull up get to dumping
I ain't worried bout nigga
That's why I walk around with a stick on me
I get you hit homie
All of that dissing fuck around and get blitzed on it
Yo grave I'm a piss on it
All of that dissing fuck around get blitzed on it
You ain't never blitz nothing
Stop all that capping for bitches,just stop fronting
You ain't never step on nothing
Where is yo stripes and who gave them to You
You ain't no shooter, you don't make money you ain't even trapping
What is you doing
I ain't worried bout no nigga
That's why I walk around with a stick on me
I get you hit homie
All of that dissing fuck around and get blitzed on it
Yo grave I'm a piss on it
All of that dissing fuck around and get blitzed on it
Backend all types I remember I ain't have nothing
40 cal. hug it tight ops might pull up get to dumping
From the start baby
On house arrest I would of took you to all kinds of places
Got me fucked up in my mind I'm going all kinds of crazy
All kinds of crazy
I need yo love baby whoa
If you told me that you ain't love It'll break my soul baby
My soul
Yo love and affection
I could of been told you,you my bestfriend
On the block with a Wesson
I could of showed you how to bring the backend
Backend all types
I remember I ain't have nothing
40 cal. hug it tight
Ops might pull up get to dumping
Backend all types
I remember I ain't have nothing
40 cal. hug it tight
Ops might pull up get to dumping
I ain't worried bout nigga
That's why I walk around with a stick on me
I get you hit homie
All of that dissing fuck around and get blitzed on it
Yo grave I'm a piss on it
All of that dissing fuck around get blitzed on it
You ain't never blitz nothing
Stop all that capping for bitches,just stop fronting
You ain't never step on nothing
Where is yo stripes and who gave them to You
You ain't no shooter, you don't make money you ain't even trapping
What is you doing
I ain't worried bout no nigga
That's why I walk around with a stick on me
I get you hit homie
All of that dissing fuck around and get blitzed on it
Yo grave I'm a piss on it
All of that dissing fuck around and get blitzed on it
Backend all types I remember I ain't have nothing
40 cal. hug it tight ops might pull up get to dumping
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Writer(s): Darius Springs
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