THOUGHT I WAS GONE

You must of thought I was gone You must of thought I was done Bitch I spray that gun Boy you better run Hit 'em with 2 shots (baow boaw) Man I spinned that block 100 rounds no cap All my opps are stacked 1 v what, how many? Y'all are dumb, Lil Dicky Game is fucked, no sticky Running up and I smack your face 100 rounds, no Glock in case Stayin up, no watching games Makin money, my money stay Yea yea yea, it's blue Bitches on me going thru & thru People ask me what I've been through I don't know shit, but you know it's true WWE i tap you out Rick Flair, Woo Ima take you out Yeah she's my hoe but I ride in style You must of thought I was gone You must of thought I was done Bitch I spray that gun Boy you better run Hit 'em with 2 shots (baow boaw) Man I spinned that block 100 rounds no cap You must of thought I was gone You must of thought I was done Bitch I spray that gun Boy you better run Hit 'em with 2 shots (baow boaw) Man I spinned that block 100 rounds no cap