Sly Swift & Dillon Fuego - Gone Lyrics

Fill up the gas n go
I hit the gas I'm gone
She ain't wanna f*ck til I got some bucks
But I'm in my bag fasho
I'm cookin like casserole
I flip it I'm back for more
I hit from back
I'm pullin her tracks
And she comin back for more
He get a roll he goin fold it up
I get a roll I'm goin hold up
Gimme the addy I'm pulling up
If it ain't a wood I ain't rolling up
It ain't no limit no holding us
I Get in my mode I'm blowing up
Set this bitch off and its going up
And you gotta pay if i'm showing up
Whoa
Lil baby she f*ck wit me heavy
Lil baby she f*ck wit me heavy
She tell me she hot and she ready
I'm breaking her shit like a levy
He taking some lil shit that's petty
We hitting that boy wit machetes
I slide with this bitch like I'm Jason
But be in yo dreams like I'm Freddy
A thief in the night got the all black
Lil baby that's all facts
I'm rollin up woodies that look like a ball bat
I tell her to fall back
Aye
Shooting my shot then u know that it's wetty
I'm getting the cash like it's fast and the furious I'm dom and my shorty like letty
I got all exotic you know that I'm on it
Don't ask me for none I got plenty
My lil bitch dime yo lil bitch ain't fine
You F*cking wit nothing but pennies
Okay my shorty she sucking my shit like she just starting eating spaghetti
I made me a play and got me glizzy you know that I'm keeping it ready
Lil Bitch
Fill up the gas n go
I hit the gas I'm gone
She ain't wanna f*ck til I got some bucks
But I'm in my bag fasho
Im cookin like casserole
I flip it I'm back for more
I hit from back
I'm pullin her tracks
N she comin back for more
He get a roll he goin fold it up
I get a roll I'm goin hold up
Gimme the addy I'm pulling up
If it ain't a wood I ain't rolling up
It ain't no limit no holding us
I Get in my mode I'm blowing up
Set this bitch off and its goin up
And you gotta pay if I'm showing up
I get a bag n flip it out
I gave her back she was trippin out
Jus Gimme my check n I'm skippin out
I'm on the dot n I'm Dippin out
Everything wet like I'm drippin now
I got it on lock ain't no getting out
My pockets got knots n Got me limpin now
Boy I heard you soft n you simpin out
I gotta make mine
I can't waste time
But shorty a freak I'm f*cking her face she call it FaceTime
It ain't no break time
Bitch
Yeah it's bank time
I'm making great time
Bitch
I'm having a great time
Yeah
You hear that Rock you hear that kick you hear that baseline
He threw me the rock I don't need a front cause ima go make mine
He said that he up but he need a front jus for a tre 5
I don't give a f*ck I put it up but Ima jus face mine
Fill up the gas n go
I hit the gas I'm gone
She ain't wanna f*ck til I got some bucks
But I'm in my bag fasho
I'm cookin like casserole
I flip it I'm back for more
I hit from back
I'm pullin her tracks
N she comin back for more
He get a roll he goin fold it up
I get a roll I'm goin hold up
Gimme the addy I'm pulling up
If it ain't a wood I ain't rolling up
It ain't no limit no holding us
I Get in my mode I'm blowing up
Set this bitch off and it's going up
And you gotta pay if I'm showing up