We Gone
CG Kayy
I hit the gas, I do the dash
Niggas be hatin' and it's really sad
I got the racks, I'm in the lab, I just cook up and I give them they tab
I got the strap, right in my lap, don't ever try me cause it could get sad
Nah girl I ain't mad, go get a bag
Take a flight outta town, just to go pop some tags
I hit the gas, I do the dash
Niggas be hatin' and it's really sad
I got the racks, I'm in the lab, I just cook up and I give them they tab
I got the strap, right in my lap, don't ever try me cause it could get sad
Nah girl I ain't mad, go get a bag
Take a flight outta town, just to go pop some tags
Took a flight out the city, yea shawty we gone, uh
See them people tomorrow, It ain't no problem cause yeah I'm a don
R.I.P. grandma, its right on my arm
Came from the bottom, I remember have it
Now I got paper all under my mattress
Wanna the blow gotta stay down, my time comin'
Do what I do just to make money come in
Tell him open the door cause Kayy boutta come in
Bluffin' when I see him watch he get to runnin
Gang off the gas, they up in the sky
Ian sellin' my soul, I ain't ready to die
People said that they love me, but it was a lie
I'm always first place, don't believe in a tie
On the road to some M's, just got some fresh tires
That paper gon' come in, just give it some time
Nah this ain't magic
Been workin' hard cause I gotta have it
Just give it up, don't die over fabric
Holmes moved around, he don't want no static
Niggas be clown, geekin' for attention
You get out of line, you get worse than detention
Digital dash and V8 the engine
Got away from some people that don't see the vision
I do the dash, I do the dash, oouu
I do the dash, I do the dash, oouu
I do the dash, I do the dash, oouu
I do the dash, oouu, I do the dash
I hit the gas, I do the dash
Niggas be hatin' and it's really sad
I got the racks, I'm in the lab, I just cook up and I give them they tab
I got the strap, right in my lap, don't ever try me cause it could get sad
Nah girl I ain't mad, go get a bag
Take a flight outta town, just to go pop some tags (We gone)
Let me hear that shit
I hit the gas, I do the dash
Niggas be hatin' and it's really sad
I got the racks, I'm in the lab, I just cook up and I give them they tab
I got the strap, right in my lap, don't ever try me cause it could get sad
Nah girl I ain't mad, go get a bag
Take a flight outta town, just to go pop some tags
I hit the gas, I do the dash
Niggas be hatin' and it's really sad
I got the racks, I'm in the lab, I just cook up and I give them they tab
I got the strap, right in my lap, don't ever try me cause it could get sad
Nah girl I ain't mad, go get a bag
Take a flight outta town, just to go pop some tags
Took a flight out the city, yea shawty we gone, uh
See them people tomorrow, It ain't no problem cause yeah I'm a don
R.I.P. grandma, its right on my arm
Came from the bottom, I remember have it
Now I got paper all under my mattress
Wanna the blow gotta stay down, my time comin'
Do what I do just to make money come in
Tell him open the door cause Kayy boutta come in
Bluffin' when I see him watch he get to runnin
Gang off the gas, they up in the sky
Ian sellin' my soul, I ain't ready to die
People said that they love me, but it was a lie
I'm always first place, don't believe in a tie
On the road to some M's, just got some fresh tires
That paper gon' come in, just give it some time
Nah this ain't magic
Been workin' hard cause I gotta have it
Just give it up, don't die over fabric
Holmes moved around, he don't want no static
Niggas be clown, geekin' for attention
You get out of line, you get worse than detention
Digital dash and V8 the engine
Got away from some people that don't see the vision
I do the dash, I do the dash, oouu
I do the dash, I do the dash, oouu
I do the dash, I do the dash, oouu
I do the dash, oouu, I do the dash
I hit the gas, I do the dash
Niggas be hatin' and it's really sad
I got the racks, I'm in the lab, I just cook up and I give them they tab
I got the strap, right in my lap, don't ever try me cause it could get sad
Nah girl I ain't mad, go get a bag
Take a flight outta town, just to go pop some tags (We gone)
Let me hear that shit
Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Scott Jr
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