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So far gone Video (MV)




Performed By: TASracks
Language: English
Length: 1:46
Written by: Tas racks




TASracks - So far gone Lyrics




We got different pops, don't give no f*cks, that's my real brother
Can't be my bitch, don't give no f*ck, I can't build nothin
Can't get cuffed, but you can get f*cked, bitch, that's my real loving
Shoulda got popped a long time ago, but y'all ain't kill nothin

Heard yo' money fake as hell, these some real hunnids
Heard yo' clothes fake as hell, you ain't up nothin
In his raps, he be strapped, see him out, and he ain't up nothin
Where yo straps, huh?

Treat this shit like 2K, we runnin' laps, cuz
Said you wasn't dissin' my lil' brother, why you cap cuz
Heard his ass was dissin' my lil' brother, we might fap cuz
F*ck it, pass me the breeze, I might need a buzz

Feel like bag life, D, cuz if this lil' bitch let me f*ck, I'm shootin' up the club
And hell no, I don't need no poles, I'm the type to bub
Shoes screamin' dog shit, I should hit the tub
I think I said that in another song

Told the guys we might blow, it won't be too long
Told my brother he should put the Drake down, but he's so far gone
Don't even gotta rap about poles, but I'll rock y'all dome
How the f*ck you claim you a turnt nigga, you still rock V-Lone

Designer scent nigga, she wanna f*ck me just off my cologne
Just pulled up to Saks where y'all racks, we finna cop some stone
Not no Rock, stone Island, bitch
Ayy, who the f*ck is that? Bro, park his whip

Tee blowed as hell this nigga trippin', can't park the whip
Won't never catch me with no hoes, they be startin' shit
Gang walked in with three woods, now we started bitch
What the f*ck you mean you got A's? I'm finna spark this shit

Gang in this bitch with Roman bitches like Spartacus
Nigga, what's the method? Find a ham, that's your starter kit
This whip f*cked up, oh my god, he can't start his shit
I think this lil' bitch is tryna set me up, we finna pop this bitch

Good brain sent that bitch to Yale with her scholarship
I'm the type to say it to your face, won't even drop a diss
Lighthearted nigga, don't make me show you how dark shit get, nigga
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We got different pops, don't give no f*cks, that's my real brother
Can't be my bitch, don't give no f*ck, I can't build nothin
Can't get cuffed, but you can get f*cked, bitch, that's my real loving
Shoulda got popped a long time ago, but y'all ain't kill nothin

Heard yo' money fake as hell, these some real hunnids
Heard yo' clothes fake as hell, you ain't up nothin
In his raps, he be strapped, see him out, and he ain't up nothin
Where yo straps, huh?

Treat this shit like 2K, we runnin' laps, cuz
Said you wasn't dissin' my lil' brother, why you cap cuz
Heard his ass was dissin' my lil' brother, we might fap cuz
F*ck it, pass me the breeze, I might need a buzz

Feel like bag life, D, cuz if this lil' bitch let me f*ck, I'm shootin' up the club
And hell no, I don't need no poles, I'm the type to bub
Shoes screamin' dog shit, I should hit the tub
I think I said that in another song

Told the guys we might blow, it won't be too long
Told my brother he should put the Drake down, but he's so far gone
Don't even gotta rap about poles, but I'll rock y'all dome
How the f*ck you claim you a turnt nigga, you still rock V-Lone

Designer scent nigga, she wanna f*ck me just off my cologne
Just pulled up to Saks where y'all racks, we finna cop some stone
Not no Rock, stone Island, bitch
Ayy, who the f*ck is that? Bro, park his whip

Tee blowed as hell this nigga trippin', can't park the whip
Won't never catch me with no hoes, they be startin' shit
Gang walked in with three woods, now we started bitch
What the f*ck you mean you got A's? I'm finna spark this shit

Gang in this bitch with Roman bitches like Spartacus
Nigga, what's the method? Find a ham, that's your starter kit
This whip f*cked up, oh my god, he can't start his shit
I think this lil' bitch is tryna set me up, we finna pop this bitch

Good brain sent that bitch to Yale with her scholarship
I'm the type to say it to your face, won't even drop a diss
Lighthearted nigga, don't make me show you how dark shit get, nigga
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Writer: Tas racks
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