Trippie Redd - Gone / MP5 lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd] I'm too far gone (Ah) Yeah [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (Bah) Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (On gang, yeah) Had to spread my wings to teach 'em all how to fly (Yeah) Yeah, you ni**as square, divide 'em by pi Yeah, rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by (Brrah) Your lil' homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gon' die (You gon' die) Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie (Woo) When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe (Woo) [Verse 1: Trippie Redd] I've been number one, b*tch, don't need no trophy Know we crackheads, pass me the rock and I'll be balling like Kobe Rolling down the 101, not no Zoey I stay stacking with my twin for thе win, Zack & Cody You ni**as be hating, Mister Moseby (Mistеr Moseby ass ni**a) Stackin' it up on lowkey Stay stackin' up (Stack), rackin' up, triple OG (Woo) fu*k stress, stay blessed (Yeah), get away from the phony (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (Bah) Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (On gang, yeah) Had to spread my wings to teach 'em all how to fly (Yeah) Yeah, you ni**as square, divide 'em by pi Yeah, rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by (Brrah) Your lil' homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gon' die (You gon' die) Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie (Woo) When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe (Woo) [Verse 2: SoFaygo] (Go, yeah) Light that sh*t up (Go) Walk in the spot, I'ma pipe that sh*t up (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, them ni**as hating my swag, them ni**as so bitter (Yeah) I thought I told them lil' ni**as I'm hard hitter (Taking that sh*t to the heart) Yeah, I thought I told you lil' ni**as I'm go getter (Tell them lil' ni**as, on God) Pressure don't matter, like how could you fold, ni**a? (How could you, b*tch? Oh my God) Yeah, how could you let the hate sit in your soul, ni**a? (How could that sit in your soul?) Yeah, shorty a demon, a real soul switcher (Oh my God, how did you know?) Young ni**a stepping on toes (Go) Handle that sh*t like you grown (Go) Doing this sh*t on my lone Ayy, I got that bag by my own (Woah) fu*k it, I'm in the zone Ghost, like, ni**a, I'm gone (Skrrt, skrrt) Hop in that Ghost, I'm ghost, I'm gone [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (Bah) Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (On gang, yeah) Had to spread my wings to teach 'em all how to fly (Yeah) Yeah, you ni**as square, divide 'em by pi Yeah, rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by (Brrah) Your lil' homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gon' die (You gon' die) Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie (Woo) When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe (Woo)