Armani – Gone Lyrics
Artist: Armani
Song: Gone
Yeah, I’m coutin’ up the dough
I can never trust a hoe
That n**** finna fold
Kill-tek get him gone
N**** lame, he a troll
Yeah, I’m smoking on dope
New Glock with a scope
My money long like a rope
I got racks on me, yeah
That boy want a feat, no
Smoking good gas, yeah, b#tch I’m smoking tree (Ha)
{?} that sh#t ain’t cheap (Ah)
I know that he want my swag, he wanna be me
These n**** can’t see me
I know his b#tch feigning
Pockets fat like gleen-gleen
In that trackhawk, got that lil hoe screaming
{?} be that money counter beeping
Lying to these hoes, yeah, them secrets I be keeping
b#tch I’m off a X pill, you know that I’m tweaking
Call up Devin, I’ma see if he gon {?}, yeah
Call up Tecca, yeah, he gon tote that stick
Yeah
Yeah, he gon tote that stick, yeah
Got them 100 rounds, yeah, we got them clips, yeah
Shawty wanna f#ck with me, yeah, she seen I’m the sh#t, yeah
Got that Glock on me, gon hit him in his lips, yeaahhh
Nahh
Ahh
b#tch I’m ‘bout my cash, I’m bout my bags woah
N**** talk down on me, XD hit him {?} woah
Shout-out to my n**** Justin, yeah he keep it tucked
She mad at me, she done had enough
Throwin’ hunnids, put him in a {?}
I can’t wife the hoe, hell nah, I can’t cuff
Smoking good gas, you know that I’m stuck
“happy anniversary!”
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From the album:
The High Times of Ka$h, Vol. 1 [Explicit]
Release Year: 2011