Far Gone lyrics

n*gga i f*ck that hoe 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
n*gga i step in this b*tch if he talkin too crazy i make a phone call i ain't karen

PULL WIT DA MASK LIKE YEAT
LEAVE YO ASS ON SKATES
KEEP ON SLIDIN TIL THE GAS ON E
GOT DA 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

Its chess it not checkers you step up we hop over when i come thru bring my Glock over
Talkin that tough sh*t get shot over
Trippen bout a b*tch i dont want like hot soda
I give a bad b*tch the cold shoulder ain't even got time to f*ck wit u im so focused
Sorry lil baby i dont notice n*ggas talk sh*t on the net and i dont notice

Swing them sticks make em go home
Prepare a n*gga funeral tryna find a n*gga suit like im frozone
It go up like the ozone if i tell foe nem 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
Yea , yea , yea

Off the meds now im far gone

Yea , yea , yea

I got this b*tch givin me head in a dark room

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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 im f*ckin that b*tch ima have to go slap on that rubber i cannot be careless n*gga
Im 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*tchez and she is not okay with sharin, so i cut the b*tch off
Cut the b*tch off she was psychotic im probably better just me and my narcotics
That b*tch hit my line and be forgotten send me yo addy again cuz i forgot it
Boy i get high like a pro pilot police dont like when im ridin they profilin
Why these n*ggas hatin? thats my problem talk to the hoe not to me boy thats yo problem

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