Gas Pedal

Step on the gas yeah, gotta blast yeah
I don't really want nobody from my past yeah
Step on the gas yeah, gotta blast yeah
Ou I'm dashing in a foreign to the cash yeah

You know I'm colder than the diamonds that I geek about
I'm in my lane, change the game and they critiquing now
I'm a testament to what these people speak about
See the chains and the rings they believing now
I got designer jeans all the knees is ripped in
I got my own swag never try to fit in
I'm flying on ya head top like I'm Blake Griffin
What's that in my cup oh sorry I been mixing
Transforming on your bitch like a fuck boy
Know she enjoy, she want the real joy
In the morning with the bands I got ill coin
I made a real choice, I need a Rolls Royce

Step on the gas yeah, gotta blast yeah
I don't really want nobody from my past yeah
Step on the gas yeah, gotta blast yeah
Ou I'm dashing in a foreign to the cash yeah
I'm feeling artsy lemme get the paint down
What you got to say now, Cartis' on my face now
I'm feeling artsy lemme get the paint down
What you got to say now, Cartis' on my face now

You know it's litty, I got tricks, I make the six dance
Designer straight to the ground, like a kickstand
And the Rollie, it got stamps, like a wristband
Tell my jeweler drop in dimes like it's quicksand
That's why my hands so freeze yeah they odee'
And my swag so cold yea you know me
So them diamonds that's dripping now they snowin'
Devil with a AP but my diamonds holy

Step on the gas yeah, gotta blast yeah
I don't really want nobody from my past yeah
Step on the gas yeah, gotta blast yeah
Ou I'm dashing in a foreign to the cash yeah
I'm feeling artsy lemme get the paint down
What you got to say now, Cartis' on my face now
I'm feeling artsy lemme get the paint down
What you got to say now, Cartis' on my face now



Credits
Writer(s): Rosheim Bascombe
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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