Zaryan Bagdady - I'm Gone Lyrics

Pop on the ops and I'm litty I'm gone
Ride for my block my city I'm gone
Baller my neck and my wrist and I'm gone
Hop in the lambs wit biddies I'm gone
I took pack to the the journey I'm gone
I hit two blunts in the morning I'm gone
I sip two bottles of Morgan I'm gone
I drop the cash and I'm swerving I'm gone
Whenever you want it you know that it's on
We whip for low, we sell for the high
We what we do to go and get by
Three thotties with me they down for slimes
Down with my slimes I'm gripping the nines
Richard mill on me I need me the the ice
You couldn't know less you living this life
Hustlin' and tumblin' thru all of these vibes
Slummin' and bumin', the bottom I started
The game was a bitch and it made me heartless
The game is a mare I strapped up my harness
I'm on the backroads, the come up of stardom
Pop on the ops and I'm litty I'm gone
Ride for my block and my city I'm gone
Baller my neck and my wrist and I'm gone
Hop in the lambs with biddies I'm gone
I took a pack to the the journey I'm gone
I hit two blunts in the morning I'm gone
I sip two bottles of Morgan I'm gone
I drop the cash and I'm swerving I'm gone
I took the druggies they blockin' my visuals
I flip the money then count my residuals
I drip Bulgari my wrist is a spectacle
I got a baddie she twerk and she flexible
My slimes they be mobbing, I ride till the end of 'em
Fakes they was eyeing my wrist and my Sentinel
Whippin' in foreigns, My loud is from local though
Europe I'm touring, I'm selling out festivals
Bae she be calling, I give her my burner phone
Treeshing my money, she thought I ain't notice though
Playin it dumb, pimp game in my chromosomes
Who was you testing, I gots to go loco though
Pop on the ops and I'm litty I'm gone
Ride for my block and my city I'm gone
Baller my neck and my wrist and I'm gone
Hop in the lambs wit biddies I'm gone
I took a pack to the the journey I'm gone
I hit two blunts in the morning I'm gone
I sip two bottles of Morgan I'm gone
I drop the cash and I'm swerving I'm gone
Pop on the ops and I'm litty I'm gone
Ride for my block and my city I'm gone
Baller my neck and my wrist and I'm gone
Hop in the lambs wit biddies I'm gone
I took a pack to the the journey I'm gone
I hit two blunts in the morning I'm gone
I sip two bottles of Morgan I'm gone
I drop the cash and I'm swerving I'm gone

Pop on the ops and I'm litty I'm gone
Ride for my block my city I'm gone
Baller my neck and my wrist and I'm gone
Hop in the lambs wit biddies I'm gone
I took pack to the the journey I'm gone
I hit two blunts in the morning I'm gone
I sip two bottles of Morgan I'm gone
I drop the cash and I'm swerving I'm gone
Whenever you want it you know that it's on
We whip for low, we sell for the high
We what we do to go and get by
Three thotties with me they down for slimes
Down with my slimes I'm gripping the nines
Richard mill on me I need me the the ice
You couldn't know less you living this life
Hustlin' and tumblin' thru all of these vibes
Slummin' and bumin', the bottom I started
The game was a bitch and it made me heartless
The game is a mare I strapped up my harness
I'm on the backroads, the come up of stardom
Pop on the ops and I'm litty I'm gone
Ride for my block and my city I'm gone
Baller my neck and my wrist and I'm gone
Hop in the lambs with biddies I'm gone
I took a pack to the the journey I'm gone
I hit two blunts in the morning I'm gone
I sip two bottles of Morgan I'm gone
I drop the cash and I'm swerving I'm gone
I took the druggies they blockin' my visuals
I flip the money then count my residuals
I drip Bulgari my wrist is a spectacle
I got a baddie she twerk and she flexible
My slimes they be mobbing, I ride till the end of 'em
Fakes they was eyeing my wrist and my Sentinel
Whippin' in foreigns, My loud is from local though
Europe I'm touring, I'm selling out festivals
Bae she be calling, I give her my burner phone
Treeshing my money, she thought I ain't notice though
Playin it dumb, pimp game in my chromosomes
Who was you testing, I gots to go loco though
Pop on the ops and I'm litty I'm gone
Ride for my block and my city I'm gone
Baller my neck and my wrist and I'm gone
Hop in the lambs wit biddies I'm gone
I took a pack to the the journey I'm gone
I hit two blunts in the morning I'm gone
I sip two bottles of Morgan I'm gone
I drop the cash and I'm swerving I'm gone
Pop on the ops and I'm litty I'm gone
Ride for my block and my city I'm gone
Baller my neck and my wrist and I'm gone
Hop in the lambs wit biddies I'm gone
I took a pack to the the journey I'm gone
I hit two blunts in the morning I'm gone
I sip two bottles of Morgan I'm gone
I drop the cash and I'm swerving I'm gone