So Gone J. Stone (Ft. Juicy J & Young Dolph)

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Oh yeah, this shit got him so gone like Monica
Shit got me so far so gone like Drizzy
Pick your pleasure or your poison
Gangsta Grillz

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Juicy J stay fucked up Juicy J be geeked (Mhmm)
All these meds. I popped ain't got no sleep in weeks (Mhmm)
Bad bitches, overseas, model chicks straight freaks (Mhmm)
Two hoes and they poppin’ Rose in Phantom rose backseat (You know it)
Plenty cars in my garage, got [?], got Xanny bars
Got a loud pack, got a weed card
Got a double cup, I go hard
Fuck up in my [?], I spend it all
All do I trip
Smokin' Cali kush, you can smell it before its lit

[Chorus]
Time to set the mood, let a [?] naked lady
Shots of Bombay, mane is trippin' [?]
Mansion full of hoes and I’m so gone (You know it)
On a supermane pill smoking on that [?]

[Verse 2: J. Stone]
J. Stonе stay turned up J. Stone be lit
Catch mе in the hood in a grey Ferrari
I'm a fly ass young Crip
Got thirty rounds and like thirty pounds
I'm plugged in, go out of town
You was hatin' in, how you like me now?
Wish you was me, so you bite my style
Killa county to the mil' west
Then go down south, then hit the east coast
Next flight we goin' over seas
Heard foreign freaks, they be doin' the most
She be doing tricks when she hit the pole
Then she do the splits when she hit the flo'
Hit the Rolls, hopped in the Ghost
Then I got ghosts, mansion full of hoes
Bad bitches that’s all I poke
Backwoods that’s all I smoke
Trippy shit, I'm a tiny [?]
I’m wit' the shit, I got all the smoke
Get your bitch, look like she chose
I'm gettin' rich, all kinds of dough
Sell out shows, rock my own clothes
Nigga, look outside, long line of hoes