Lone Gone Lyrics

Bj humble humble

I'm lone gone aye what

I'm lone gone aye what

I'm lone gone aye what

I'm lone gone yea what

40 on me chrome bitch it like a snare

Lookin at my chain bitch i know that it glare

And i be smoking zombie man that shit be so rare

And i be lone gone I'm calling shots

Like a ref

Woke up stallings ballingg

Bad bitch she callingg

That brinks truck haulingg

And i be lone gone

I'm callin shots like a ref

Woke up in a Porsche Truck

Fuck around and hopped up on mk

Trying to test my luck

Aye what

I leave that pussy thunderstruck

They say I'm going broke shidd

Bitch my backwood stuffed

Hung him by a rope shh

Turn that pack to dust

Hop up that space coupe

Smoking on that grapefruit

Walk a hundred thousand miles

Before they paid you

I just

Sit back roll a wood drink oj and get

Blazed

I got

All the greats watching me why the fuck would i play

I got zombies tommies

Fucking with the humble we catch

Hommies honey

Shit can get thin sliced like pastrami

Dummy

And you know we getting moneyy

Yeah

And you know I'm getting money

Yeah

And you know I'm getting money

Yeah

You know he love getting moneyy

Yeah

You know he love getting moneyy aye

40 on me chrome bitch it hit like a snare heyy

Looking at my chain bitch i know that it glare hey

I be smoking zombie man this shit is so rare hey

And i be lone gone I'm callin shots like a ref

Woke up stallings ballingg

Bad bitch she callingg

That brinks truck haulingg

And I'll be lone gone I'm calling like a ref

Woke up in a brinks trunk

Sitting back and I'm getting brain

While ashing ducks

Yeah what

Broski got that pack for less

He get them gone murry smellin strong

It's immaculate

Better turn that bj on its slapping like will

Told that boy I'll pray for him he popping them pills

When i got that juice wit me I'm carrying steel

When you drop that wocky off it

Better be sealed

I swear you niggas midgets break the back board o'neal

When i got that Mac with me

I'm concealing your will

Hey

Hop up out that bent truck

What I'm eating stealing for lunch

Got so many goats around this bitch

It's like brandy bunch

And you know I'm getting moneyy

Yeah

And you know I'm getting moneyy

Yeah

You know he love getting moneyy

Yeah

You know he love getting moneyy

Aye

40 on me chrome bitch it hit like a snare

Hey

Looking at my chain bitch i know that it glare

Hey

I be smoking zombie man this shit us so rare

Hey

And I'll be lone gone I'm calling shots like a ref

Woke up stallings ballingg

Bad bitch she callingg

That brinks truck haulingg

And I'll be lone gone I'm calling shots like a ref like a ref hey what

I'm lone gone

Aye what

I'm lone gone

Aye what

I'm lone gonee hey