Tekst
Yeah, yeah
Versace pip boy stuntin on ya old boy
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
Bitch I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone, bitch I'm gone
I'm gone, bitch I'm gone, I'm gone
Bitch I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
Versace pip boy stuntin on ya old boy
Kepler 88 about to be my home boy
Art of mackin' with my starter jacket blue and gold
White Reeboks daddy rocked back in nine-four
You a hoe boy bitch you ain't a dough boy
Fake chain you a lame quit the show boy
I'ma schema only kick it with a schema boy
Don't respond to beef spit from a chicken boy
Nobody beefin with me
I am too busy with me
Livin' out all of your dreams
That's why you hatin on me
Makin' them bitches you think
Want you? They really want me
They want in my torture machine
But they get nothin from me
Used to be knocked out cold
Now all the sudden you woke
Hittin me up for your song
Go to sleep like before
Bitch I don't rock your clothes
That designer shit for hoes
I'm the Ghoste reppin starter like it's '94
Versace pip boy stuntin on ya old boy
Kepler 88 about to be my home boy
Art of mackin' with my starter jacket blue and gold
White Reeboks daddy rocked back in nine-four
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone
I'm gone to Kepler 88
Bitch I'm
Bitch I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone
I'm gone to Kepler 88
Bitch I'm
Bitch I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone
I'm gone to Kepler 88
Bitch I'm
Bitch I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone
Bitch I'm gone to Kepler 88
