Gone Lyrics by Cousin Stizz
Birdman hand rub
She bounce on ten toes
Got what I’m paying for
Off of the sand shores
I am the man, shorty
Hop out of an Enzo on ’em
Flippin’ it, servin’ it, weighin’ it, gone
Flippin’ it, servin’ it, weighin’ it, gone
Flippin’ it, servin’ it, weighin’ it, gone
Flippin’ it, servin’ it, weighin’ it, gone
Take you to Louie, let’s cop drip
Fire in everyday outfit
Tourin’ and making a profit
Look good and you here from the tropics
I heard opinions, they laughed
And now they wanna die for me, where the coffin?
Hit the blunt full of keif, it be keepin’ me coughing
Then go swim in the bitch like a dolphin
We was too with it
Smack in the trap, see who it is
They wanna stipulate who get it
I was a jit, where was you in it?
First exhibit they use you for it
We gon’ see what you gon’ do with it, go in
Man, I feel they investigate, aye
Poppin’ our shit ’cause foreigns and letters, they’re only our destiny
Yeah, feel like it’s gon’ get hot
Pourin’ up four on the rocks
Keepin’ it low from the cops
.40 on me when they’re not
We got it locked
Shit in a knot
Three in the loft
Shit gettin’ hot
Aye, what would you do for the love?
Coroner said not to trust
It could get big as a truck
Goin’ again, what is your plan?
Diamonds, I’ll jimmy ’em up
Sho’ ain’t a thing
I ain’t complain
Bro couldn’t divvy it up
Believed since I was a baby, I’ll be enormous, yeah
Bro, he waitin’ on a K, it ain’t a normal day
Baby, I’ll be on the way, know how these hoes will play
Maybe I was goin’ in late, can’t get ahold of me
Flippin’ it, servin’ it, weighin’ it, gone
Flippin’ it, servin’ it, weighin’ it, gone
Flippin’ it, servin’ it, weighin’ it, gone
Flippin’ it, servin’ it, weighin’ it, gone