GONE
What are they going to think when I'm gone
I don't know I don't care, got to much goin on
Drop a bomb just like Osama I might rob her if she calling me a bitch
Now who the fuck is finna switch
What they are they going to think when I'm gone
Walking in the pawn shop when my gun fucking drawn
Imma blow a bitch down if I ain't get gone
Because I'm feeling like a mob like my name was fucking von
What they are they going to think when I'm gone
Got a lot of shit inside my brain, I feel it in bones
Because I'm grown and I got bitches all up in my fuckin phone
And I just keep my it on the low because ain't nobody got to know
But if nobody gonna know then how the fuck they tell my story
I need my glory like a fallen king because I'm an allegory
I'm a demon that been made inside the fuckin laboratory
Losing respiration because my lungs ain't breathing fucking for me
I'm the foreman to my throne and imma build it as I go
Need eight million fuckin dollars then I'll stop and I go on home
But until then imma keep on fuckin rowing like a boat
Steady up stream and you know I'll blow up like the goat
I'm tryna whip up the Mercedes, ain't no seatbelt ain't no safety
I'm goin eighty and the lady in passenger seat
Look at me just like I'm crazy when I'm tearing the street up
Fifteen fucking dollars and I'm tearing the beat up
The craziness inside my head released when the heat up
I'm kicking wit my feet up, smoking on a tree trunk
That shit smell like skunk, goin wild wit my swisher
I roll that shit up and it hit just like militia
And the demons in the darkness really me inside my conscience
When I step I lose my balance, and I'm stepping pretty often
Got me thinkin why I'm moving when I know that I'm the target
Need a rocket in my pocket if I wanna feel safe
I think I lost it when I profit imma blow that shit away
I'll decay before I ever go a day without a way
To make some money if you want it you can learn it fuckin from me
Because lil bitch I ain't out here giving up no fuckin tips
I got my chips up on the table and I'm goin all in
I got my grip up on the coffin and I'm goin all in
I hope I win it, either way of how you spin it imma get it bitch
What are they going to think when I'm gone
I don't know I don't care, got to much going on
Drop a bomb just like Osama I might rob her if she calling me a bitch
Now who the fuck is finna switch
What they are they going to think when I'm gone
Walking in the pawn shop when my gun fuckin drawn
Imma blow a bitch down if I ain't get gone
Because I'm feeling like a mob like my name was fuckin von
What they are they going to think when I'm gone
I got the lyrics in my dome
Just like a Brainiac with gold medals
For the spelling bee, posted out here wit the rose pedals
Picking them apart because the pedals like my heart
Bitch I know I'm fucking smart, that's what's setting us apart
Because I'm genius in the coffin, make my money pretty often
I ain't flex it yet, but just know that it's a profit
I need a book about me, a movie plot around me
Seven figures drowning and a whip that's proudly
Made up for the fuckin speed, drifting thirty round the street
Because when you see just how I'm driving you might say that it's
When I die play my music at my funeral
Roll a blunt so big, it get you out the cubicle
Turn my albums into a motherfucking musical
I'm therapeutical my sound pharmaceutical
Because it's drugging you up, got no lean in my cup
I'm smoking g's for the ones I done seen get thrown up
Because the meth be fucking crazy it don't seem like no fun
Saw my daddy nod off lazy because the way that it won but
You ain't never catch me touching it
This rap shit got my humbling
These rappers out here
That be thinkin they running shit
Because these trappers out
Really hit you wit a 50 stick
And gamblers out here
Really think that they can run with it
And hide but they find that they easy to find
They got they social story crazy hit this shit and rewind
Post ya crib up on your Insta now I know where you hide
Found the plate up on ya whip now there's holes in the sides
Because living round here lately it don't come with no guide
And when you look for safety, it's like it's harder to find
Then a job that pay good wit some tips on the side
Or a crib that's safe, with a key and some pride
I don't know I don't care, got to much goin on
Drop a bomb just like Osama I might rob her if she calling me a bitch
Now who the fuck is finna switch
What they are they going to think when I'm gone
Walking in the pawn shop when my gun fucking drawn
Imma blow a bitch down if I ain't get gone
Because I'm feeling like a mob like my name was fucking von
What they are they going to think when I'm gone
Got a lot of shit inside my brain, I feel it in bones
Because I'm grown and I got bitches all up in my fuckin phone
And I just keep my it on the low because ain't nobody got to know
But if nobody gonna know then how the fuck they tell my story
I need my glory like a fallen king because I'm an allegory
I'm a demon that been made inside the fuckin laboratory
Losing respiration because my lungs ain't breathing fucking for me
I'm the foreman to my throne and imma build it as I go
Need eight million fuckin dollars then I'll stop and I go on home
But until then imma keep on fuckin rowing like a boat
Steady up stream and you know I'll blow up like the goat
I'm tryna whip up the Mercedes, ain't no seatbelt ain't no safety
I'm goin eighty and the lady in passenger seat
Look at me just like I'm crazy when I'm tearing the street up
Fifteen fucking dollars and I'm tearing the beat up
The craziness inside my head released when the heat up
I'm kicking wit my feet up, smoking on a tree trunk
That shit smell like skunk, goin wild wit my swisher
I roll that shit up and it hit just like militia
And the demons in the darkness really me inside my conscience
When I step I lose my balance, and I'm stepping pretty often
Got me thinkin why I'm moving when I know that I'm the target
Need a rocket in my pocket if I wanna feel safe
I think I lost it when I profit imma blow that shit away
I'll decay before I ever go a day without a way
To make some money if you want it you can learn it fuckin from me
Because lil bitch I ain't out here giving up no fuckin tips
I got my chips up on the table and I'm goin all in
I got my grip up on the coffin and I'm goin all in
I hope I win it, either way of how you spin it imma get it bitch
What are they going to think when I'm gone
I don't know I don't care, got to much going on
Drop a bomb just like Osama I might rob her if she calling me a bitch
Now who the fuck is finna switch
What they are they going to think when I'm gone
Walking in the pawn shop when my gun fuckin drawn
Imma blow a bitch down if I ain't get gone
Because I'm feeling like a mob like my name was fuckin von
What they are they going to think when I'm gone
I got the lyrics in my dome
Just like a Brainiac with gold medals
For the spelling bee, posted out here wit the rose pedals
Picking them apart because the pedals like my heart
Bitch I know I'm fucking smart, that's what's setting us apart
Because I'm genius in the coffin, make my money pretty often
I ain't flex it yet, but just know that it's a profit
I need a book about me, a movie plot around me
Seven figures drowning and a whip that's proudly
Made up for the fuckin speed, drifting thirty round the street
Because when you see just how I'm driving you might say that it's
When I die play my music at my funeral
Roll a blunt so big, it get you out the cubicle
Turn my albums into a motherfucking musical
I'm therapeutical my sound pharmaceutical
Because it's drugging you up, got no lean in my cup
I'm smoking g's for the ones I done seen get thrown up
Because the meth be fucking crazy it don't seem like no fun
Saw my daddy nod off lazy because the way that it won but
You ain't never catch me touching it
This rap shit got my humbling
These rappers out here
That be thinkin they running shit
Because these trappers out
Really hit you wit a 50 stick
And gamblers out here
Really think that they can run with it
And hide but they find that they easy to find
They got they social story crazy hit this shit and rewind
Post ya crib up on your Insta now I know where you hide
Found the plate up on ya whip now there's holes in the sides
Because living round here lately it don't come with no guide
And when you look for safety, it's like it's harder to find
Then a job that pay good wit some tips on the side
Or a crib that's safe, with a key and some pride
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Coluccio, Revital Lubranicki, Michael Jaden
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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