YG, Slim 400, Tee Cee, Rodney J. "RJ" Brown, Charlie Hood - When I Was Gone

[Chorus: YG]
When I was gone,
I heard you was fuckin' on whoever.
Love you again? I can never.
When I was gone,
You tried to take advantage of a nigga,
Had me pull a hammer on a nigga.
That's why you don't love these hoes,
That's why you don't love these hoes,
That's why you don't love these hoes,
That's why you don't love these hoes.

[Verse 1: YG]
I was in jail with all niggas,
You was waitin' to exhale fuckin' with all niggas,
My momma said I should accept yo apology,
But fuck that, that's just reverse psychology.
I don't love you no more, and I think you a ho,
You let a nigga go too long, without no sto'.
For all my niggas doin' time, I know how it get
Yo homies disappear, and yo bitch turn into a flip

[Verse 2: RJ]
Once upon a time I thought I found love but then she played me.
I was gone, came back, now my baby havin' a baby.
I know you was cheatin', I was outta town eatin',
But real players, we don't get mad, we get even.
But this is why I lost feelings,
‘Cause if these hoes ain't fully flippin', then they cartwheelin'.

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[Verse 3: Tee Cee]
She got a nigga in here, dumb hot,
Tell a bitch, hurry up, it's in that Green Dot,
Left a nigga in the dirt, now she like 7-Eleven givin' free slurps,
I bought a celly from my cellmate, she don't even text a nigga no kind of sex play,
Aye, fuck that bitch, Imma have the lil home girls rush that bitch.

[Verse 4: Charlie Hood]
I say my bail too high, my hopes too low,
My case too slow, wiolation from my P.O.
I just got out I shoulda just stayed on the couch,
Three-way, now my ho tryna cuss me out.
And my lawyer say the witness comin' to trial,
On top of that I heard my main bitch fuckin' around,
I'm bangin' and shit, my lady prolly sellin' her clit,
No money on my books, a nigga takin' L's with this bitch!

[Chorus]

[Verse 5: Reem Riches]
If I put my trust in a bitch, I'll always be hurt,
Shoulda known you wasn't shit from that fake Louie purse,
You broke, dumb and goofy, really tried to boof me,
You gon' end up like ya mama, a old ratchet hoochie.
You couldn't stay down if you was nailed to the floor,
Three baby daddy's I ain't tryna be four, uh-uh.
That's why I got no love these hoes,
Sucka duckin', you be suckin; all the bros.

[Verse 6: Slim 400]
When I was gone, I heard you was fuckin' on budda, Hoein' in the hood gettin' gudda,
When I was gone, heard you was hangin' on the block.
Bitch, I don't like you on the block!
When I ain't home, you be doin' hella ho shit,
Thinkin' I ain't heard up in this bitch?
Run my door, or Imma pull a blade on you, bitch,
Pen it till she blast on you, bitch,
And I ain't wrong.
My telly went big on the sto' and you ain't even answer yo phone,
And now a nigga on, lost all respect for you, bitch,
You can burn, I ain't gonna spit on you, bitch.