Gone For a Bit (feat. Ruckus Flexxx, 3c, Forest N/A & StuInTheStu)

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Whatchu' cookin' Stu?
I'm a loner, Dottie

Baby, I was gone for a little bit, but now I'm back
Tell me everything I drop is hot so throw it back
Only feel it when I'm off the gas and that's no cap
Had to make nothin' into something' ain't no bluffin'
Not up for discussion or assumption
We might take a trip to Pari' or maybe London
Give her that good wood bouta' make her quit her fussin'
AK-47 'round my shoulder like a Russian
Your boyfriend a lame, he McLovin, we are not the same, I'm just thuggin'
We are not the same, I'm just thuggin'
I just really came up from nothin'

Really came from nothing, I'm something else
If I don't make it I don't want no help
No handouts, uh, no way now, uh
'Cause I'm up now, Ricky O's to the socks now
Pull up with that new prescription losing vision
Popping pussies with the Smith &, never missing
She pull up with that Fenty Fenty
No JCPenney
She liking how I stroke it plenty
No more par
Yeah, I'm back now
People saw me winning, so they tryna scratch my back now
Others tryna see me in the dirt, but I strap now
I can't lose focus
I know I was chosen
No way I go back down
They talkin' in my town
Pour that bottle out I drown
And I won't come down

Baby, I was gone for a little bit, but now I'm back
Tell me everything I drop is hot so throw it back
Only feel it when I'm off the gas and that's no cap
Had to make nothin' into something' ain't no bluffin'
Not up for discussion or assumption
We might take a trip to Pari' or maybe London
Give her that good wood bouta' make her quit her fussin'
AK-47 'round my shoulder like a Russian
Your boyfriend a lame, he McLovin, we are not the same, I'm just thuggin'
We are not the same, I'm just thuggin'
I just really came up from nothin'

She gon' leave her nigga for a Birkin and a pea coat
That bitch actin' different, out my business you can't see dough
I'm fuckin' up my vision smoking dope, it ease my mental
We f*ck friends she bend over, it's okay the tints low
Hit me I ain't far away
Took her to the base, baby that ain't no estate
Still suck me, no debate
Shorty from the U.S.A (Uh), she do what I say
Bad bitch outta MTL, par parle anglais
Shorties with expensive taste, f*ck
She got her own bag, she own that
I paint her face, or she throw it back
All caps these nigga's bitches chirping on the net
Like if it's up, then it's stuck, f*ck tryna double back, yeah
Yeah, for a Birkin and a
For a Birkin and a
For a Birkin and a
For a Birkin and a
For a Birkin and a
For a Birkin and a

Baby, I was gone for a little bit, but now I'm back
Tell me everything I drop is hot so throw it back
Only feel it when I'm off the gas and that's no cap
Had to make nothin' into something' ain't no bluffin'
Not up for discussion or assumption
We might take a trip to Pari' or maybe London
Give her that good wood bouta' make her quit her fussin'
AK-47 'round my shoulder like a Russian

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