Bài hát Gone Báo Lỗi

"Gone"


Yeah, it's Young, ya know?

Crack that shit down, roll that shit up, light that shit, pass it

Nah, fuck that, face this one, yeuh, this for all my true weed smokers

yeeuh, nigga ask me what's wrong with me...


[Hook]

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3]

Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3]

Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low


[Wiz Khalifa]

I said I'm gone, off that pound of dank

Ridin' in my ride, so blowed, don't how to think

But I'm stayin' high


I'ma roll me a nice, long Swisher, filled with light green

Oh, I think they like me, let me get a light, B (and then I'm gone)

Off that Cali bud, what the fuck you chokin' on?


Mr. Bud by the Zone, O's like Omarion

And we ain't tuckin' nothin' cousin, what's the hold up?

Keep 'em comin' back to back to back, we roll up ('til it's all gone)


Get a pound, break it down, I ain't stingy, it's enough to go around

And I'm blazin' right now, niggas tellin' me to hold on

Crank it, twist it, light it, take a pull, and hold on (and then, I'm gone)


I gotta have it, gotta have it, that's unheard about

Rollin' up another blunt, before I put the first one out

My eyes low, have me chiefin' 'til I choke

Niggas askin' me what's wrong,

Blew some smoke up out my nose, and said I'm gone


[Hook]

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3]

Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3]

Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low


[Wiz Khalifa]

I said I'm gone, off that brownish drank

Niggas know how I roll, it look like my eyes closed

Hennesey and Hydro, rhyme slow


Nigga, I'm on a different type of a vibe

This a different type of weed, and I'm a different type a high (my nigga, I'm gone)

To a place that you probably never been in life


Smokin' Purple Kryptonite, make sure you curl that Swisher right

'Cause I ain't tryna have this home-grown runnin',

Homie thinkin' he gon' smoke for free, I duck 'em, roll somethin' (then, I'm gone)


In my ride, doin' 80 in a 45 Zone, half a zone

Got me blown, I get more than high


Fresh off of the plane

Head start into my hotel

Weedman in every city, yeah I smoke well (even when I'm gone)


I ain't the only one, all my niggas puff pounds

Swingin' blunts 'round, sun up 'till sun down

My eyes low, and my words are getting slow

Niggas askin' me whats wrong,

I blew some smoke up out my nose, and said I'm gone


[Hook]

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3]

Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3]

Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low