Gone lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, yeah-yeah
Uh, yeah-yeah
(Clayco, cook it up)
Uh, yeah-yeah

[Chorus]
I, take flights cross the globe
I done see all types of hoes
Yeah, rocking these shows
I done bought all types of clothes
My boy, buy all them poles, he might pull up and shoot up the show
That hoe, yeah, she on go, she just told a n*gga she gone

[Verse 1]
And no, she not coming right back
I call her, she call me right back
If she good, she callin' right back
If she call me, not answering that
Damn, she a nat, yeah, that's a fact
She love me, I'm fly like a bat
Gotta go and I'm not comin' back
Another show, finna touch down in Dallas
When I leave, they don't know where I'm at
Tell that hoe to hit me on the app
I might link up but I don't know yet
Yeah, flawless baguettes and your b*tch she wanna come have some sex
Yeah, I'm 'bout a check, you lil' n*ggas not even on sh*t
[Chorus]
I, take flights cross the globe
I done see all types of hoes
Yeah, rocking these shows
I done bought all types of clothes
My boy, buy all them poles, he might pull up and shoot up the show
That hoe, yeah, she on go, she just told a n*gga she gone

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, I get paid, b*tch, I'm player, not simp
And I got hella hoes like a pimp
sh*t, I said I would do what I done did
Know my momma, she proud of her kid
I was broke now it's Prada my kicks
I was broke now it's Rick on my b*tch
From the 'partments, top floor with my kins
Yeah, what it is, yeah, it is what it is
Yeah, they said I wouldn't do it
Yeah, but me, I'm just lookin' like this
Yeah, yeah, and no, she don't follow me but she wanna come have my kids
Yeah, she said some' 'bout astrology, told that b*tch that I'm just high as sh*t
She suck di*k then I buy her some kicks
And yeah, we have sex but she can't get a kiss
And I know, yeah, I can't keep livin' like this
Book a show, it's on, racks in, b*tch, I'm tryna get rich
Pack in, roll a log, not a twig
And lil' b*tch, I ball out, Jason Kidd
Right now, I'm turnt up, Glock in my hand, I'm lit
Pipe down, lil' n*gga, I swear you don't wanna meet this stick
[Chorus]
I, take flights cross the globe
I done see all types of hoes
Yeah, rocking these shows
I done bought all types of clothes
My boy, buy all them poles, he might pull up and shoot up the show
That hoe, yeah, she on go, she just told a n*gga she gone