ByGones Lyrics

Shawty got game, we clickin we one in the same

Drippin' insane

I don't need to explain

Cuffin' me up with restraints

Spinnin' my crib like she playin' roulette

Strippin' to Quavo, we take off in jets

Fuck it we ballin', we cut off the nets

I hate you so much, we'll be numb to your death

Fuck all you hatin' on me

I'm makin' these songs for the club, for the trap

Even your families

Gonna speak on my process

Fulfill all my fantasies

I'm gettin' so full o-o-o-off the lean

You weren't really there, but this weed put you in -

I'm gone, take care of my pack though

Bygones be them bygones

Nothin' that I know

You want somethin' to lie on

I ain't your scapegoat

Fuckin' with this psycho

I ain't finna take notes

Scammer, she said I'm a scammer

Yeah, I like bitches tanner

Pop your friend like Chandler

She don't give me an answer

I'm practicin' my grammar

Plumpy, send him to the slammer

Your girl's my favorite dancer

Wicked head, shawty give me wicked head

When the room smoke up, you see a laser

And you know it's red

Sell it, then we split the bread

Bando like Five Nights at Fred's

Doby got the knock from feds

Ratchet, ratchet, bitch like Sexyy Red

I'm gone, take care of my pack though

Bygones be them bygones

Nothin' that I know

You want somethin' to lie on

I ain't your scapegoat

Fuckin' with this psycho

I ain't finna take notes