starlito & trapperman dale - i'm gone lyrics
starlito
(speaking)
everything
haha
on everything
let the bandplay
i’m telling ya, don’t get this sh-t f-cked
these streets ain’t nothing
verse 1
to get up out this sh-t, was our only mission
from counting up in homie’s kitchen
four deep, four loaded pistols
high speed, throw them b-tches
momma always told me, ‘better watch them n-ggas you rolling with’
had to grow up with him, just to find out i don’t know this n-gga
artificial
probably pull up to the party in that car he rented
and that broad he with, yeah he bought that b-tch
holla after karma catch up with ya
yeen ain’t even swiping, you on that fraud sh-t, ahh sh-t
too many missed calls, sh-t i can’t call it quits
never sipped no qualitest, hi-tech had a tolerance
no i’m poppin seals to bust ‘em down, i’m selling it
and i think my smartphone way to intelligent
i bet you ain’t never been in the cell with it
what they call that, contraband
h-ll nah i made bail to quick
waitin on the mail to hit
n-ggas make a statement, seeking payment on a settlement
first 10k came off the pavement
i was raised up not regretting sh-t
trapperman dale
verse 2
nah i ain’t regretting sh-t
riding behind tint, with this lil b-tch who claim she celibate
i can go for hours, if i take some of this medicine
i keep telling star he f-cked up riding with all that weaponry
i’m all about my celery
two felonies, and i keep telling dukes i might stop selling that
hard you make eighteen racks, the next day that they mail you that
this sack chasing -ss b-tch, seem like this hoe right here just smell the sack
i hope she know she won’t get not a thing, now go and tell her that
i bet my racks on six and eight, renzo might can tell you that
da say the dea been on my -ss, i’m telling facts
i’m stashing racks, my louie bag smell like half a p in that
if i don’t pick up my phone, off top then i’ll call you back i’m gone
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