Текст песни Gone (feat. Diesel Harley & Mike Mrtn) - RudyWade , Mike Mrtn , Diesel Harley

I cant stay home
Can't get a bag from the couch
Like a newborn
I'm poppin' all the way out
I got my drip from the drought
My money seas finna sprout
Give me the bread from the clout
I need a beach by my house
I can't run with a cat or a mouse
I'm stingy with a dab and a pounce
Back talk always come back around nigga
I'm finna dip like a sauce
Can't reach me baby arms
Make a play for the cost
Made a way I'm the boss
Gotta reach me better call
And I'm gone like mirage
Yah Yah Yah Yah
If I come round then its only for a minute
If I come down then its only for the ticket
Get it poppin' like a skillet
You know a nigga with it
And I'm all about my cheddar and my bae
Like a biscuit

I've been gone yeah
Stackin' cheese like lasagna
Cheddar all in my pocket
My cash on green you can't stop it
I've been gone yeah
Not tryina make no deposit
This cash don't fit in my wallet
Been on the come up I flaunt it
Yeah I flaunt it

Ayo your bitch call me papi
And my flow gotta bend like I'm Maxie
She suckin' me great like the Gatsby
VIP at my show Tallahassee
And I'm off of the beat feelin' gassy
She playin' hot or cold Katy Perry
Read a bitch like a book in a library
I'm more infectious than a Corona
And my rhymes go harder than boners
I'm on a roll just like scholars
Just pass me the rock please Ben Balla
Been hittin' them threes like I fucked a grenade
My dick's the bomb
I need first aid
I need to vacate
I need champagne
Give me prosecco
It's my birthday uh
I won't pipe down
You can go and grab a picket
Never drop the ball
Even if I'm playing cricket
Run it up and cop some digits
You know the boy is with it
Cause I'm all about the chess
I'm killing kings
I'm with the bishops

I've been gone yeah
Stackin' cheese like lasagna
Cheddar all in my pocket
My cash on green you can't stop it
I've been gone yeah
Not tryina make no deposit
This cash don't fit in my wallet
Been on the come up I flaunt it
Yeah I flaunt it

I been huffin' on strong
Chuggin' Dom Perignon
And I got a couple thickies on the table in some thongs
I'm still bent off my ex
What else would you expect
On her knees like a scar
Cause she knows I'm the star
I don't want nothin' to do with you
Get the fuck away don't make me choose
Been killin' the game
Don't need cash or a chain
I ball up till the morning
I wake up in foreigns
Got nothin' to lose or to gain
Couldn't tell you why
I cannot say
The hype it just comes and don't fade
The time that I got its insane
I'm gone