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armani (acn77) - gone lyrics

yeah, i’m coutin’ up the dough
i can never trust a hoe
that n++++ finna fold
k!ll+tek get him gone
n++++ lame, he a troll
yeah, i’m smoking on dope
new glock with a scope
my money long like a rope

i got racks on me, yeah
that boy want a feat, no
smoking good gas, yeah, b+tch i’m smoking tree (ha)
[?] that sh+t ain’t cheap (ah)

i know that he want my swag, he wanna be me
these n++++ can’t see me
[?]
i know his b+tch feigning
pockets fat like gleen+gleen
in that trackhawk, got that lil hoe screaming
[?] be that money counter beeping
lying to these hoes, yeah, them secrets i be keeping
b+tch i’m off a x pill, you know that i’m tweaking

call up devin, i’ma see if he gon [?], yeah
call up tecca, yeah, he gon tote that stick
yeah
yeah, he gon tote that stick, yeah
got them 100 rounds, yeah, we got them clips, yeah
shawty wanna f+ck with me, yeah, she seen i’m the sh+t, yeah
got that glock on me, gon hit him in his lips, yeaahhh
nahh
ahh
b+tch i’m ‘bout my cash, i’m bout my bags woah
n++++ talk down on me, xd hit him [?] woah
shout+out to my n++++ justin, yeah he keep it tucked
she mad at me, she done had enough
throwin’ hunnids, put him in a [?]
i can’t wife the hoe, h+ll nah, i can’t cuff
smoking good gas, you know that i’m stuck

[outro]

“happy anniversary!”

- armani acn77 lyrics

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