THOUGHT I WAS GONE

You must of thought I was gone
You must of thought I was done
Bitch I spray that gun
Boy you better run
Hit 'em with 2 shots (baow boaw)
Man I spinned that block
100 rounds no cap
All my opps are stacked
1 v what, how many?
Y'all are dumb, Lil Dicky
Game is fucked, no sticky
Running up and I smack your face
100 rounds, no Glock in case
Stayin up, no watching games
Makin money, my money stay
Yea yea yea, it's blue
Bitches on me going thru & thru
People ask me what I've been through
I don't know shit, but you know it's true
WWE i tap you out
Rick Flair, Woo
Ima take you out
Yeah she's my hoe but I ride in style
You must of thought I was gone
You must of thought I was done
Bitch I spray that gun
Boy you better run
Hit 'em with 2 shots (baow boaw)
Man I spinned that block
100 rounds no cap
You must of thought I was gone
You must of thought I was done
Bitch I spray that gun
Boy you better run
Hit 'em with 2 shots (baow boaw)
Man I spinned that block
100 rounds no cap