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Yo, Eight
Uh, I got two phones, for the plug, for the hoes
I got two bros, one in jail, one on road
She say I'm too cold, yeah, we fuckin' up the stove
I'm just too gone, I'm just too gone
Chanel, Gucci, Gucci, pull up in the foreign
And you know I'm with Uzi, Uzi, I been grindin' from a juvie
She my down bitch, I put some light up in her coochie
And she bad like she Boosie
She my ratchet sexy red, we fuckin' up the bed
Gang, gang, throwin' up the set, I say, "Fuck you and your friend"
I'm in a Benz, I don't need no friends, I don't need no
I got two phones, for the plug, for the hoes
I got two bros, one in jail, one on road
She say I'm too cold, yeah, we fuckin' up the stove
I'm just too gone, I'm just too gone
Know I felt unusual on the come up
Rather be used than useless, I'm on the up
I used to pray for a hundred but that weren't enough
Them niggas know where it's at, yeah, it's up and it's stuck
She keep addin' my cup, I got love for
My baby but I'm in love with the mud
I get pounds of the flower and it ain't comin' with dust
She say it's crazy what the boy, he become, way too drunk
I got two phones, for the plug, for the hoes
I got two bros, one in jail, one on road
She say I'm too cold, yeah, we fuckin' up the stove
I'm just too gone, I'm just too gone
I got two phones
I got two bros
She say I'm too cold
I'm just too gone, I'm just too gone