Thought I Was Gone

Yeah, yeah, yeah
You must of thought I was gone
You must of thought I was done
Bitches spray that gun
Boy you better run
Hit them with two shots
Man, I spin that block
100 Rounds no cap

All my ops are stacked
One vs what, how many
You all are dumb, little dicky
Game is fucked, no sticky
Running up and I smack your face
100 rounds, no glock in case
Staying up, no watching games
Making money, my money stay
Yuh yuh yuh, it's blue
Bitches on me going through and through
People ask me what I've been through
I don't know shit, but you know it's true
WWE, I tap you out
Rick Flair, Woo
I'm going to take you out
Yeah, she's my hoe but I ride in style

Yeah, yeah, yeah
You must of thought I was gone
You must of thought I was done
Bitches spray that gun
Boy you better run
Hit them with two shots
Man, I spin that block
100 Rounds no cap
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You must of thought I was gone
You must of thought I was done
Bitches spray that gun
Boy you better run
Hit them with two shots
Man, I spin that block
100 Rounds no cap



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Writer(s): Ashton Lively
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