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far gone - zotiyac lyrics

[chorus]
n*gga i f*ck that hoe then i leave, i ain’t runnin’ no errands
n*gga when i got in that smoke i just handled that sh*t by myself, i ain’t run to my parents
n*gga think we sponsored by jordan my n*ggas’ll jump man
come through this block we gon air ’em

[verse 1]
n*gga i step in this b*tch if he talkin’ too crazy i make a phone call, i ain’t karen
pull wit’ da mask like yeat
leave yo’ ass on skates
keep on slidin’ til’ the gas on e
got da glock like key
let it kick like lee
tryna skip a heartbeat, let it hit repeat
had to scratch her off my schedule, the b*tch type weak
i do not do no dates, this b*tch low down and dirty, come suck me up like a hi*c
tryna f*ck me outside the hyvee
it’s chess it not checkers, you step up, we hop over when i come thru bring my glock over
talkin’ that tough sh*t get shot over
trippen’ ’bout a b*tch i don’t want like hot soda
i give a bad b*tch the cold shoulder
ain’t even got time to f*ck wit’ you i’m so focused
sorry lil’ baby i don’t notice
n*ggas talk sh*t on the net and i don’t notice
swing them sticks make ’em go home
prepare a n*gga funeral tryna find a n*gga suit like i’m frozone
it go up like the ozone if i tell foe’nem go slide on that boy, they gon’ roll on ’em
duckin’ and dodgin’ that dynamite, jumpin’ up outta that stick it say “boom” like a cartoon
f*ck around find yo’ face on a milk carton
cut out his lights, turn this b*tch to a dark room
[bridge]
yea , yea , yea
off the meds now i’m far gone
yea , yea , yea
i got this b*tch givin’ me head in a dark room

[chorus]
n*gga i f*ck that hoe then i leave
i ain’t runnin’ no errands
n*gga when i got in that smoke i just handled that sh*t by myself, i ain’t run to my parents
n*gga think we sponsored by jordan my n*ggas’ll jump man
come through this block we gon air ’em

[verse 2]
n*gga ain’t tryna get hit with this b*tch, why the f*ck he keep starin’?
got his dumb ass shot tryna walk down the wrong block, n*gga ain’t know what the f*ck he was wearin’
n*gga i got the rock like a marriage
nah n*gga, i got the chop like a terrorist
point at yo’ top from the top of the terrace
and then tear his sh*t off leave a n*gga embarrassed b*tch
big ass round like a ferris, and then chop sh*t up he ain’t die turnt that boy to a carrot
if i’m f*ckin’ that b*tch i’ma have to go slap on that rubber, i cannot be careless n*gga
i’m smokin’ on gas, got the neighbors keep callin’ the fire department take care of it
she told me she can’t be my b*tch, i got too many b*tches and she is not okay with sharin’, so i cut the b*tch off
cut the b*tch off, she was psychotic
i’m probably better just me and my narcotics
that b*tch hit my line and be forgotten
send me yo’ addy again ’cause i forgot it
boy i get high like a pro*pilot, police don’t like when i’m ridin’ they profilin’
why these n*ggas hatin’?
that’s my problem, talk to the hoe, not to me, boy that’s yo’ problem
[outro]
yea , yea , yea
off the meds now i’m far gone
yea , yea , yea
i got this b*tch givin’ me head in a dark room

- zotiyac lyrics

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