Far Gone lyrics

[Chorus]
n*gga, I f*ck that ho, then I leave, I ain't runnin' no errands
n*gga when I got in that smoke, I just handled that sh*t by myself, I ain't run to my parents
n*gga think we sponsored by Jordan, my n*ggas'll jump man
Come through this block, we gon' air 'em

[Verse 1]
n*gga I step in this b*tch, if he talkin' too crazy, I make a phone call, I ain't Karen
Pull up wit' the mask like Yeat
Leave yo' ass on skates
Keep on slidin' 'til the gas on E
Got the Glock like key
Let it kick like Lee
Tryna skip a heartbeat, let it hit repeat
Had to scratch her off my schedule, the b*tch type weak
I do not do no dates, this b*tch low down and dirty, come suck me up like a Hi-C
Tryna f*ck me outside the Hyvee
It's chess it not checkers
You step up, we hop over
When I come through, bring my Glock over
Talkin' that tough sh*t, get shot over
Trippin' 'bout a b*tch I don't want like hot soda
I give a bad b*tch the cold shoulder
Ain't even got time to f*ck wit' you, I'm so focused
Sorry lil' baby I don't notice
n*ggas talk sh*t on the net and I don't notice
Swing them sticks make 'em go home
Prepare a n*gga funeral tryna find a n*gga suit like I'm Frozone
It go up like the ozone if I tell foenem go slide on that boy, they gon' roll on 'em
Duckin' and dodgin' that dynamite, jumpin' up outta that stick it say, "Boom" like a cartoon
f*ck around find yo' face on a milk carton
Cut out his lights, turn this b*tch to a dark room
[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the meds, now I'm far gone
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I got this b*tch givin' me head in a dark room

[Chorus]
n*gga, I f*ck that ho, then I leave, I ain't runnin' no errands
n*gga when I got in that smoke, I just handled that sh*t by myself, I ain't run to my parents
n*gga think we sponsored by Jordan, my n*ggas'll jump man
Come through this block, we gon' air 'em

[Verse 2]
n*gga ain't tryna get hit with this b*tch, why the f*ck he keep starin'?
Got his dumb-ass shot tryna walk down the wrong block
n*gga ain't know what the f*ck he was wearin'
n*gga, I got the rock like a marriage
Nah n*gga, I got the chop like a terrorist
Point at yo' top from the top of the terrace
And then tear his sh*t off, leave a n*gga embarrassed, b*tch
Big ass round like a Ferris, and then chop sh*t up
He ain't die, turnt that boy to a carrot
If I'm f*ckin' that b*tch I'ma have to go slap on that rubber, I cannot be careless, n*gga
I'm smokin' on gas, got the neighbors keep callin' the fire department take care of it
She told me she can't be my b*tch, I got too many b*tches and she is not okay with sharin'
So I cut the b*tch off
Cut the b*tch off, she was psychotic
I'm probably better, just me and my narcotics
That b*tch hit my line and be forgotten
Send me yo' addy again 'cause I forgot it
Boy, I get high like a pro-pilot, police don't like when I'm ridin' they profilin'
Why these n*ggas hatin'?
That's my problem, talk to the ho, not to me, boy, that's yo' problem
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the meds, now I'm far gone
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I got this b*tch givin' me head in a dark room