Chase Da Kid & Romel The Artist - when im göne
When I'm gone, who gon' call yo phone when I'm gone
Who gon' rush on to yo home when you're alone
When I'm gone, when I'm gone
When I'm gone, who gon' call yo phone when I'm gone
Who gon' rush on to yo home when you're alone
When I'm gone, when I'm gone
Girl, what you doing since I'm gone
Oh, why you haven't been answering calls
I know that I've been stuck on the road
And I don't know when I'm coming home
Are you down to ride straight for the cause
The way you been acting, act just like yo mom
That's why yo ass got mommy issues now
I hit yo phone, I know it's late while you wildin' out
When I'm gone, who gon' call yo phone
When I'm gone (when I'm gone)
Who gon' rush on to yo home (yo home)
When you're alone, when I'm gone
When I'm gone, when I'm gone
Let's get it, let's get it
Pussy ass boy gon' talk all that shit but won't never say shit to my face
I can make love songs for ladies and I can make that trappin' shit for the gang
The way I've been feeling like lately, I feel like a dog when I'm gripping the K
K-9, I've been the greatest since I first made rhymes
I can't name one hoe that's out walking on the south side out here claiming that they ain't mine
And y'all niggas y'all stay listening to the same lies
But fuck that shit, it's summer, so you know my niggas yelling that we outside with our friends
All my niggas do it, we popping inside the Benz
Got my hoe and she ain't tripping 'bout her man
Got a new flow and it go crazy, it's like a ten
And when I reached my highest, decided to pop out this shit again
And I'm fucking on that bih and I'm fucking all on ha friend
Johnny Dang on these niggas, I got this shit in advance
I might need me a minute cause niggas is wasting sand
I might need me a princess who can check up on a man
I need me something different, I'm fucking a feminist
Lesbian who still like dick and I got me the evidence
Let me in girl, I really be tripping off medicine
"Competitive," that's what all the residents be telling them
I'ma win cause I can't name no nigga better than me
(Come on, just name one bruh)
I'm just tryna say that I'm the best
Fuck that, it's SKT, should know that we the best
The clique I walk 'round with know that we the best
All these other niggas slaves, I'm yelling free the rest
I think I should really slow down, all y'all niggas really got me sweating
Got yo bitch in my room and you know she feeling wet, and you know that pussy really dripping
Take a bitch out to L.A
Take a trip out to Bel-Air (yeah, yeah da kid)
I make yo bitch heart stop when I drive by in the Maybach truck (okay let's go)
It's not rented, you can see the diamonds dance behind the 5% (okay keep going)
She told me she tryna try some new shit, told me put it in her butt
And we out in Dubai, I just went and got her high as fuck Then she wanna go to Turks, I told her pop this perc, let's twerk
Written by:
Chase Robinson, Romel Bryant
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