I’m Gone Chicken P

[Intro]
(Tay Love goin' crazy)

[Chorus]
Bitch, get outta here (I'm gone)
Bitch, get outta here (Bitch, I'm gone)
Bitch, get outta here (Bitch, I'm gone)
Bitch, get outta here (Bitch, I'm gone)
Police on my ass, they know I'm flashin' powder fare
They like, "We know he ridin' with it, it's a lot in there"
Bitch, get outta here (I'm gone)
Bitch, get outta here (I'm gone)
Bitch, get outta here (I'm gone)
Bitch, get outta here (I'm gone)
Police on my ass, they know I'm flashin' powder fare
They like, "We know he ridin' with it, it's a lot in there"

[Verse 1]
I turned twenty-three in jail, police on my ass
Knees all on my neck and my back, face in the grass
Picked me up thirsty, askin' for my brother, I couldn't do shit but laugh
"We know y'all been runnin' from us and we finna slam your ass"
"Been duckin' us for a minute, yeah, now we finally jammed your ass"
I looked at his ass shocked like, "Fuck I'm runnin' for?"
"Listen, we can help you, tell us what we wanna know"
I asked his ass for two squares and I smoked 'em slow
Beat around the bush 'til I was done, told 'em I was done
In central booking, need a phone, damn, I need a phone
Came back to my cell with a warrant to take my DNA
I'm lookin' him all in his face like what the fuck he on?
Lookin' me back all in my face like, "I'm finna get you gone"
"You ain't makin' it, this ain't Hollywood, bitch, I heard all your songs"
Gave his ho ass my DNA, I ain't scared of nothin'
Y'all ain't got shit comin', dumbass, I knew this shit was comin'