On E

They keep messaging my phone, I don't answer (I don't answer)
Lil mama, she a shone, gotta pass her (I'ma pass her)
Got my Jesus piece, like a pastor, mhmm
Want them chains and a whip, slave master, mhmm
We gon' keep this shit going till the gas on E (Till that gas on E)
Shawty, live up in the moment, throw that ass on me (Throw that ass on me)
He keep getting on your nerves, leave his ass on D (Leave his ass on D)
Cause tonight, we free
Pour the drank, roll the tree, yeah

I just hit the plug, where he at? (Where he at?)
We got bottles on bottles, so relax (So relax)
Lil mama in my ear, say she like all my raps (All my songs)
I tell her name a song, she can't even answer back, mhmm (Can't name a song)
But I just keep my cool
From the streets, no fool
Too elite, my moves
Can't compete, it's true
Only competition that I got is me, not you
I'm a big stepper, fuck around and crease my shoes
People always got some shit to say
I got more bread to make
Put that pedal to the floor, engine roar, make it shake
If I'm getting to the dough, they got more on they plate
Doing numbers off this flow and I'm loving the hate

They keep messaging my phone, I don't answer (I don't answer)
Lil mama, she a shone, gotta pass her (I'ma pass her)
Got my Jesus piece, like a pastor, mhmm
Want them chains and a whip, slave master, mhmm
We gon' keep this shit going till the gas on E (Till that gas on E)
Shawty, live up in the moment, throw that ass on me (Throw that ass on me)
He keep getting on your nerves, leave his ass on D (Leave his ass on D)
Cause tonight, we free
Pour the drank, roll the tree, yeah

They keep messaging my phone, I don't answer (Till that gas on E)
They keep messaging my phone, I don't answer (Throw that ass on me)
They keep messaging my phone, I don't answer (Leave his ass on D)
They keep messaging my phone, I don't answer

Till that gas on E
Throw that ass on me
Leave his ass on D



Credits
Writer(s): Tre' Thompson
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