End Up Gone Lyrics
[Intro]
Haha, what the f—?
Haha, what the f—?
[Verse 1]
I’ll be dead before I pass this shit, I ain’t never, ever gettin’ past this bitch
She don’t even know what this menu say, so she don’t even know how to ask for shit
Oh, God forbid this shit get hot, here you go, pass the noodle
Old ho tryna sketch out my plot, she ain’t get past the doodle
Woah, I used to mention gettin’ that guap, but now I get guap to mention
Way, way too much when the shelf up top, feel like I got dementia
Dude makin’ my facial features hot, feel likе I popped a pimple
Old me wouldn’t havе done this shit right now, but I feel a lot much better
[Chorus]
Huh, I’ma die right by my doggy’s side (My doggy’s side)
We don’t fall out ’bout no dollar sign (‘Bout no dollar sign)
I don’t run out of dope, baby, I’m damn near always high (Near always high)
That’s how I live my life, fried and makin’ my mama proud
Huh, and that’s how this shit go down (That’s how this shit go down)
This life shit a bitch sometimes (Life shit a bitch sometimes)
Don’t ask for a pic’ right now ’cause I’m high as a bitch right now
But we don’t need to stress no more (We don’t need to stress no more)
We don’t need to check no phones (We don’t need to check no phones)
My shit too fast, if that light red, I’m probably gon’ end up goin’
[Verse 2]
Hold your head up, I’m playin’ this shit so right, we don’t got nothin’ wrong
Hell yeah, I’m flakin’ on this thot, she don’t got nothin’ goin’
Damn right, I’m stayin’ inside this house, I pay a dub a month
Everybody keep prayin’ this shit go south, I don’t go nothin’ but north
Baby, I still got love for you or lust for you, I don’t know just yet (Yeah)
You gotta give that truck back in a month, boy, you don’t own that shit
Somehow, I feel good for once, but somehow, I’m not good enough
Sat back for that ho, lil’ fuck, then send that one to the moon tonight
[Chorus]
Huh, I’ma die right by doggy’s side (My doggy’s side)
We don’t fall out ’bout no dollar sign (Fall off ’bout no dollar sign)
I don’t run out of dope, baby, I’m damn near always high (Damn near always high)
That’s how I live my life, fried and makin’ my mama proud (Makin’ my mama proud)
Huh, and that’s how this shit go down (That’s how this shit go down)
This life shit a bitch sometimes (Life shit a bitch sometimes)
Don’t ask for a pic’ right now ’cause I’m high as a bitch right now
But we don’t need to stress no more (We don’t need to stress no more)
We don’t need to check no phones (We don’t need to check no phones)
My shit too fast, if that light red, I’m probably gon’ end up goin’ (Gon’ end up goin’)
