Gone

Fill up the gas n go I hit the gas I’m gone She ain’t wanna fuck til I got some bucks But I’m in my bag fasho I'm cookin like casserole I flip it I’m back for more I hit from back I’m pullin her tracks And she comin back for more He get a roll he goin fold it up I get a roll I’m goin hold up Gimme the addy I’m pulling up If it ain’t a wood I ain’t rolling up It ain’t no limit no holding us I Get in my mode I’m blowing up Set this bitch off and its going up And you gotta pay if i'm showing up Whoa Lil baby she fuck wit me heavy Lil baby she fuck wit me heavy She tell me she hot and she ready I’m breaking her shit like a levy He taking some lil shit that’s petty We hitting that boy wit machetes I slide with this bitch like I’m Jason But be in yo dreams like I’m Freddy A thief in the night got the all black Lil baby that’s all facts I’m rollin up woodies that look like a ball bat I tell her to fall back Aye Shooting my shot then u know that it’s wetty I’m getting the cash like it’s fast and the furious I’m dom and my shorty like letty I got all exotic you know that I’m on it Don’t ask me for none I got plenty My lil bitch dime yo lil bitch ain’t fine You Fucking wit nothing but pennies Okay my shorty she sucking my shit like she just starting eating spaghetti I made me a play and got me glizzy you know that I’m keeping it ready Lil Bitch Fill up the gas n go I hit the gas I’m gone She ain’t wanna fuck til I got some bucks But I’m in my bag fasho Im cookin like casserole I flip it I’m back for more I hit from back I’m pullin her tracks N she comin back for more He get a roll he goin fold it up I get a roll I’m goin hold up Gimme the addy I’m pulling up If it ain’t a wood I ain’t rolling up It ain’t no limit no holding us I Get in my mode I’m blowing up Set this bitch off and its goin up And you gotta pay if I'm showing up I get a bag n flip it out I gave her back she was trippin out Jus Gimme my check n I’m skippin out I’m on the dot n I'm Dippin out Everything wet like I'm drippin now I got it on lock ain’t no getting out My pockets got knots n Got me limpin now Boy I heard you soft n you simpin out I gotta make mine I can’t waste time But shorty a freak I’m fucking her face she call it FaceTime It ain’t no break time Bitch Yeah it’s bank time I’m making great time Bitch I’m having a great time Yeah You hear that Rock you hear that kick you hear that baseline He threw me the rock I don’t need a front cause ima go make mine He said that he up but he need a front jus for a tre 5 I don’t give a fuck I put it up but Ima jus face mine Fill up the gas n go I hit the gas I’m gone She ain’t wanna fuck til I got some bucks But I’m in my bag fasho I'm cookin like casserole I flip it I’m back for more I hit from back I’m pullin her tracks N she comin back for more He get a roll he goin fold it up I get a roll I’m goin hold up Gimme the addy I’m pulling up If it ain’t a wood I ain’t rolling up It ain’t no limit no holding us I Get in my mode I’m blowing up Set this bitch off and it's going up And you gotta pay if I'm showing up --- Gone - Sly Swift & Dillon Fuego