Gone3 lyrics

[Chorus 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Miss me with that bullsh*t (Bullsh*t)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist (A tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purist (The purist)
I made a hundred thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a '87 for the weekend (The weekend)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want)

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
And it's like that, lil' b*tch
MVP, I don't get no sleep, no, I don't like that, lil' b*tch
Bust that open, I want that ocean, yeah that bite back, lil' b*tch
Do it bite back, lil' b*tch? Need two life jackets, lil' b*tch
I ain't gon' hold you, I ain't gon' press you, never control you
I ain't gon' front you, keep it 100, I don't know you
Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin' over
Stutter steppin', got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
I've been ready, my whip been ready
My b*tch been ready, my clique been ready
My sh*t's been ready, my check's been ready
My shot's on full, that's Armageddon
I got pull, I hope y'all ready
My tank on full, you know, unleaded
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
My name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up
My name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up
My shots gon' fire, my team gon' roll up
Ménage à trois, my queen gon' roll up
I hope y'all ready, you know I'm ready
I reign all day, you know, confetti
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, skrrt
[Chorus 1: Future & Kendrick Lamar]
Miss me with that bullsh*t (Bullsh*t)
You're not a gang member, you's a tourist (A tourist)
I be blackin' out, I be blackin' out
Bought an '83 Cutlass for the weekend (For the weekend)
I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it (Then I freaked it)
I made 500 thousand, then I freaked it (Then I freaked it)
I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah
f*ck his baby mama, tryna sneak diss
I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it (Then I freaked it)
I haven't made my mind up, should I keep it? (Should I keep it?)
I got big dawg status, it ain't no secret

[Bridge: Future & Jay Rock]
La di da di da, slob on me knob
Pass me some syrup, f*ck me in the car
La di da di da, mothaf*ck the law
Chitty chitty bang, murder everything
b*tch, I'm on a roll, and I put that on the gang

[Chorus 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah, miss me with that bullsh*t (Bullsh*t)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist (A tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purist (The purist)
I made a hundred thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a '87 for the weekend (The weekend)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want)
[Chorus 2: Joey Bada$$]
Look, I ain't gotta force it
This that youngest on the 30 Under Forbes list (That Forbes list)
Yeah, I be cashin' out, I be cashin' out (Money)
I moved my mama from the hood into a fortress (That fortress)
I said I made a few million in some weeks, b*tch (In some weeks)
Hey, told the world about it, ain't no secret (Secret)
You n*ggas worried 'bout the crown, worried 'bout the crown (Worried)
f*ck it, you can tell them clowns they can keep it (They can keep it)

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
At 17 I made six figures (Yeah)
Immature young rich n*gga (What else?)
By 21 I made a mil' twice (Yeah)
Your dreams, my real life
I'm up early, you still asleep (Sleep)
I've been a wolf and I kill the sheep
Gotta pray on the prey for my enemies
'Cause they wanna feed off my energy (Yeah, yeah)
Lyrically no one ahead of me
I could die today, still leave a legacy
That you can't ever be
Put that on everything, this is my destiny
It was all meant to be, f*ck is you tellin' me?
You ain't 'bout nothin'
With my n*ggas, we flexin' and stuntin'
'Cause we had to work harder, was hustlin'
Play your card 'cause we know that you bluffin' (Yeah, hey)
I got two cars, n*gga, two cribs
Big body and a little Benz
Triplex on my own land
And I paid bills before a grown man (That's right)
That's on my mama, stackin' plenty commas
Got good karma like the Dalai Lama (Yeah)
I'm tailor-made for this, buy designer
b*tch, I'm the n*gga, just to remind you, yeah (Hey)
[Interlude: Joey Bada$$]
To remind you, to remind you
Black Power
Just to remind you

[Verse 3: XXXTENTACION]
Yah, murder gang, uh
Run and make a n*gga lose his vertebrae, uh
Southside n*gga, murder everything, uh
Shots fire, make a n*gga run, man (Fire, fire)
I sent your grandma a di*k pic, uh
Got that b*tch all on my di*k tip, uh
I am so strange like a misfit, uh
Kick that b*tch out, she indifferent, uh
Feel a n*gga mind, see a n*gga grind
f*ckin' gold mine of a mind
Full kai, Super Saiyan on these n*ggas
Fightin' birds in the damn sky 'cause I'm damn fly–

[Interlude: XXXTENTACION & Joey Bada$$]
Ayy, ayy Joey, ayy Joey, I'm just... I'm just gon' stop rapping
I'm just gon' stop rapping right now, on this song
Not... I mean, not in... not in, in general, but just on this song 'cause
You slumped out?
I ain't... yeah, I ain't tryna... I ain't tryna destroy these n*ggas
Sike!

[Verse 4: XXXTENTACION]
Ayy, grind on my di*k like a Ripstik, uh
My body count is like 60, uh
Your b*tch on me, she need CPR
I f*cked that b*tch right on DVR
I slapped that meat on her cheeky, yes
I sucked her toes, yes I'm freaky, yes
Caught a grand theft just like GTA
If he talk sh*t, watch me beat him, ayy
Hop on that beat and I beat the A
Work-work-work, shout out to RiRi, ayy
Keep a blade on me like Sasuke, uh
Shout out my n*gga, ImDontai, uh
Build to the pus*y like Fortnite, uh
My di*k is stuck in your whore like-

[Interlude: XXXTENTACION & Unknown Female]
Oww!
¡Cabrón! ¿Qué tú dijiste?
Bae, it's just a lyric, bae
¿Qué tú dijiste?
I'm sorry

[Chorus 2: Joey Bada$$]
Look, I ain't gotta force it
This that youngest on the 30 Under Forbes list (That cashin' out)
Yeah, I be cashin' out, I be cashin' out (Money)
I moved my mama from the hood into a fortress (That fortress)
I said I made a few million in some weeks, b*tch (In some weeks)
Hey, told the world about it, ain't no secret (Secret)
You n*ggas worried 'bout the crown, worried 'bout the crown (Worried)
f*ck it, you can tell them clowns they can keep it (They can keep it)

This song no longer exists. it was a remix of Kings Dead. i can't remove the lyrics because of the annotations