get gone (interlude)

Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah I'm in this bitch, I'm just tryna get gone They wonder why I don't answer my phone Bitch, I'm geekin' up in the back smokin Strong And she fell in love, how I rap in my song My niggas, they run in yo' crib home alone Yeah, I'm gettin' cheese nigga like provolone I keep me a stick by myself, Post Malone And I'm puttin' cash in the bank, you take Loans Hoe I stay to myself, I just need time alone Margeila my kicks, bitch, I'm fly like a drone Said my nigga don't stress look how much we done grown My money keep showin', my shooter unknown And I drip like Medusa , I turn you to stone In the night time I smoke and I look at the moon It remind me of every time I see you It told me the answers, I know what to do I walk in my closet, I know what to do She said that she love me, I hope it was true Hella stuff on my mind, I gotta vent, too And I think I got higher than I meant to My shoes cost a pound, and ya rent too All these drugs, they be fuckin' up my mental It's okay, I just flooded out my dental And I spent a thousand on my scent, too But I'm still in this bitch, I'm just tryna get gone They wonder why I don't answer my phone Bitch, I'm geekin' up in the back, smokin' strong And she fell in love how I rap in my song My niggas, they run in yo' crib home alone Yeah, I'm gettin' cheese, nigga, like provolone And I keep me a stick, by myself, Post Malone And I'm puttin' cash in the bank, you take loans Bitch, I keep it a hundred, like twenty-fives Give a f*ck what you sayin', the world is mine Said my boys sendin' shots, come in through your spine Finna put em' on channel like number nine And this bitch said I got, I swear she a dime I can't buy her no watch, that's a waste of time Pourin' lines out the pint, we not sippin' wine Hella drugs in my body, but I'll be fine Bitch, I keep gettin' ash on my designer clothes These rich niggas problems, you niggas don't know I'm a slimy young nigga, just watch your back door I won't change on my niggas, what's mine is yours I can't trip on no bitch, I can't f*ck with these hoes Cause I know these bitches be changin' like flows It's okay, cause I'm stuck with my Nina, fasho My money keep risin', not goin' below But I'm back in this bitch, I'm just tryna get gone They wonder why I don't answer my phone Bitch, I'm geekin' up in the back, smokin' strong And she fell in love how I rap in my songs My niggas, they run in yo' crib home alone Yeah, I'm gettin' cheese, nigga, like provolone And I keep me a stick, by myself, Post Malone And I'm puttin' cash in the bank, you take loans