Taylor Bennett - Gone lyrics

[Verse 1: Tha Real EK] Gone in the back woods Off that backwood and my stack good And my black hood A Bathing Ape in a bath tub See I forgot my homework, so I made my home work Like trapped out grade school kids and made em scale herbs Mail it- Errrr.. You need a warrant to search that officer I know my rights and left with all my smoking canisters Rolled a blunt afterwards, cause it's the weekend Trynna meet weeks end cause life's a poll and yes we can Get tweakin', Miss. Demon's missin the meetin's Deep sleepin' in frequent, dismissin misdemeanors Dodgin' C.O.P.S Ms. Demeanor Bet he's still grindin put 50-50 on the line Winner gets an Arizona Iced Tea and don't forget bragging rights 1st Quarter R.O.Y and get this ring before it's over boy Never really sober- Gone like I got four years older Only blues around here are when my Coors gets colder And toast to bros looking over not one, but both my shoulders [Hook: Tha Real EK] Super slapped, happy smacked My dude is mad gone Man he's mad gone Man he's mad gone Man he's mad gone Faded what else to say, you act like this wrong Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, Whatever I'm gone Whatever I'm gone, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Whatever I'm gone, Whatever I'm gone Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah whatever I'm gone [Verse 2: Desta] Hit the blizzy, sip the Arizona Walkin around paranoid there's cops on every corna' Legendary the way I kick it, Maradona Hit the marijuana you gon' be gone My pack very loud and my pack very strong I'll f** your b**h and I last very long Hit the pack harder than Barry Bonds Hit a bowl, blunt, and bong Still won't be as high as me I don't even like to rap about the trees I'm just showin' y'all rappin like this is a breeze For a n***a like me Young Steez, Uhh Let me slow it down so y'all dumb n***as can hear me With these f**in' bars y'all n***as ain't comin' near me You Gasol with 16's, I'm Shaq with 32's That's word to Chance The Rapper muhf**a' I got the juice Juice! Juice!, Yeah I got the juice I'm a God up in the stu Light this b**h up like I'm Zeus Roll up all ya' problems, light em' up and get loose If you ain't got that potent sh** then be gone n***a vamoose [Hook] [Verse 3: Taylor Bennett] I been smoking eighths, since I was eight Light skinned, Bathing Ape The cleaner monkey, Weed is funky Eyes low, feelin' comfy [?] so ugly, Weed so lovely Speak of turnin' up, let's face a blunt I got that skunk, my pack of loud be Paquiao You can kick it with my crowd, on LSD I'm hittin' 50 With a 30 that's [?], You cop an ounce- I cop a pound I'm ballin' hard, out of bounds Cause my pounds come from out of town I dismantle what you can't handle f** wax we smoke blunts with candles