Music Video

YFN Lucci - "When I'm Gone" (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YFN Lucci
YFN Lucci
Vocals
Bigga Rankin
Bigga Rankin
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
Songwriter
Ty-Ron Douglas
Ty-Ron Douglas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Horesco
John Horesco
Mastering Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Buddah Blessed
Buddah Blessed
Producer
Keith Dawson
Keith Dawson
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Buddah blessed this beat
(You know)
Think it's a game
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Oh, they gon' miss me when I'm gone, yeah (You know)
Po' out some liquor for your dawgs gone, yeah
(I do this shit up for ya)
Po' up a pint wit' ya dawg 'til it's all gone
(I do this shit up for ya, gon' make me see the day)
They gon' miss me when I'm gone, yeah, yeah
(Uh, gone are all my ****, call all my ****)
When you down and out who can you call on
And this was way before the phone
(You know, we gotta keep takin' command, **** law)
They know I'm pickin' up
(You know all my ****, we ain't playin' no game, ****, yeah)
Better know I'm pushin' up, uh
Hey, this was way before Pradas (Uh)
We was some young ****
We ain't have no role models (Yeah)
Go hit the block and get some cheese
That just how we was brought up
Fly **** since a teen leveled up
And now we ballin' like the Globetrotters (Yeah)
Road runner money long as four hundred
All my jewels worth 'bout four hundred
I'm a stunner boy my pinky ring blingin' like a mu-muhfucker
(Where ya at?)
And I'm sippin' lean cup lookin' like a mud puddle (Yeah)
Yeah, uh, try and get my set you have to tackle me (Hell)
Tongue-wrestle please, I'm a boss, you gotta answer me (Aw hell)
Raise your hand to speak when I raise my hand they eat ****
You know where I'm from and what they gon' do about me ****, yeah
Oh, they gon' miss me when I'm gone, yeah
(When I'm gone, when I'm gone)
Po' out some liquor for your dawgs gone, yeah (Yeah)
Po' up a pint wit' ya dawg 'til it's all gone
(Yeah, all gone, ****)
Hey, they gon' miss me when I'm gone yeah (Yeah)
When you down and out who can you call on (Uh)
And this was way before the phone, yeah
(Ayo, G shit)
They know I'm pickin' up
Better know I'm pushin' up
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
Aye, when they call I'm pickin' up (Uh)
Any beef I'm pushin' up (Uh)
'Bout my ****, my family, my paper it's war
I want answers **** (Uh)
All day and night we get active, ****
Broad day on sight, you know we all got a pipe (Yeah)
Plus we all got on ice (Yeah)
You know we strapped errywhere we go like we all got license, yeah (Yeah)
Don't get popped like a Vicodin (What, ****)
Know I put AP on, not the one from the Vikings (Uh)
Never look at me wrong, we gon' cut out ya eyelids (Real)
I'm not the one to sleep on
What the fuck is you tired bitch?
And I don't wanna see yours, I'ma wait and get my shit
Knowin' y'all my mains I ain't be fuckin' no side chicks, uh
Oh, they gon' miss me when I'm gone, yeah
(When I'm gone, when I'm gone)
Po' out some liquor for your dawgs gone, yeah
(That's for your dawg gone)
Po' up a pint wit' ya dawg 'til it's all gone
(We gon' fuck this crisp, ****)
Hey, they gon' miss me when I'm gone, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, big bang roll, play that roll, ****)
Hey, when you down and out who can you call on (Call on)
And this was way before the phone, yeah
(We came to win, ****)
They know I'm pickin' up
Better know I'm pushin' up
(They better know it, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Thug life shit, ****
Zone 3 shit, ****
(Oh)
Summerhill trust the tree
(Oh, oh)
Know where the fuck we came from ****
Couldn't walk a mile in mine
Wonderful ****
Ya know
Written by: Rayshawn Lamar Bennett, Ty-Ron Douglas
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