End Up Gone Lyrics by Ian
(Haha, what the f—?)
(Haha, what the f—?)
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 a 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 like I popped a pimple
Old me wouldn’t have done this shit right now, but I feel a lot much better (My dawggy)
Ayy, I’ma die right by my dawggy’s side (My dawggy’s side)
We don’t fall off ’bout no dollar sign (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 momma 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 (Stress no more)
We don’t need to check no phones (We don’t need to check no phone)
My shit too fast, if that light red, I’m probably gon’ end up goin’
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 double a month
Everybody keep prayin’ this shit go South, I don’t go nothin’ but North
Baby, I still got love for you, 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 (Damn, without my dawggy)
Ayy, I’ma die right by dawggy’s side (My dawggy’s side, we don’t fall of ’bout no—)
We don’t fall off ’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 momma 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 (Stress no more)
We don’t need to check no phones (We don’t need to check no phone)
My shit too fast, if that light red, I’m probably gon’ end up goin’ (Gon’ end up goin’)