Im Gone
Go
I aint going
Brodie got the tech dog look I aint going
Sex or the vet dog both bitches foreign
I love all you bitches I'm a vicious mormon
Talking out ya neck dog we cut throat
I had to let go of the lean
I do not like falling asleep
Insomniac creeping for weeks
The fourtune I just need a peak
I'm fucking she gritting her teeth
She screaming she just gotta pee
Ok
Dreaming bout that lamb bam
Dont want no corvette
I rap write and sing
She fucking a quartet
My mixtape got a 150 thousand on it
I aint going
Brodie got the tech dog look I aint going
Sex or the vet dog both bitches foreign
I love all you bitches I'm a vicious mormon
Talking out ya neck dog we cut throat
Remember she wasn't a fan
Till I got 10k on the gram
You said you would follow ya plan
But every year you dont advance
It's nothing I need to enhance
It's friends I out grown like a strains
Ok
And I never really had no guidance but my momma got me and I got my nana love
Never sold no Timberlake i wasnt trynna think too busy trying too nipple touch
But I was where the sharks at
Never where the narcs at
My brother strap I'm like 9
He wouldn't let me spark that
I like my girls head strong
And head on car crash
And you really better watch your mans
Telling in a jams
Where his heart at
I be walking in vans then I do the Breds I'm the jump man
Ok
She rock the subi and mix it with zummies
She want go to Barney and cash out that's Coolie
Azul like the toolie this nuketown no duty
Get chalked down
Tubti I ain't going excuse me
I aint going
Brodie got the tech dog look I aint going
Sex or the vet dog both bitches foreign
I love all you bitches I'm a vicious mormon
Talking out ya neck dog we cut throat
I had to let go of the lean
I do not like falling asleep
Insomniac creeping for weeks
The fourtune I just need a peak
I'm fucking she gritting her teeth
She screaming she just gotta pee
Ok
Dreaming bout that lamb bam
Dont want no corvette
I rap write and sing
She fucking a quartet
My mixtape got a 150 thousand on it
I aint going
Brodie got the tech dog look I aint going
Sex or the vet dog both bitches foreign
I love all you bitches I'm a vicious mormon
Talking out ya neck dog we cut throat
Remember she wasn't a fan
Till I got 10k on the gram
You said you would follow ya plan
But every year you dont advance
It's nothing I need to enhance
It's friends I out grown like a strains
Ok
And I never really had no guidance but my momma got me and I got my nana love
Never sold no Timberlake i wasnt trynna think too busy trying too nipple touch
But I was where the sharks at
Never where the narcs at
My brother strap I'm like 9
He wouldn't let me spark that
I like my girls head strong
And head on car crash
And you really better watch your mans
Telling in a jams
Where his heart at
I be walking in vans then I do the Breds I'm the jump man
Ok
She rock the subi and mix it with zummies
She want go to Barney and cash out that's Coolie
Azul like the toolie this nuketown no duty
Get chalked down
Tubti I ain't going excuse me
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Writer(s): Alqayyum Welch
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