Gas
Church
Gold
I just give it gas, stomp it to the floor
My 28's choppin' with the trunk picked up
I just give it gas like the race don't end
My brakes ain't workin' near as good as I am
I just give it gas, I just give it gas
28's chop, trunk picked up
I just give it gas, I just give it gas
Brakes ain't workin' near as good as I am
I just give it gas
I ain't ever see an E, me, never took an L
Back when I was broke, I was still ridin' in somethin' fresh as hell
Yeah, Hank Williams out them Memphis 12's
Southside swervin', Boss Hog in a old Chevelle
Hillbilly got the flavor like a whole rack of ribs
Rebel flag diamond ring, thеy shake my hand and they know what it is
Red Chеvy, blue Ford, that's a civil war
People treat me shitty, why would I be civil for?
I stay quiet 'cause there ain't no use in helpin' folks
'Cause they gon' fuck you over, leave you stranded out there all alone
Bitch I'm bone stock, ridin' solo, no clock
I'm a legend in the storm, call me Whitey and I can shout it back
I just give it gas, stomp it to the floor
My 28's choppin' with the trunk picked up
I just give it gas like the race don't end
My brakes ain't workin' near as good as I am
I just give it gas, I just give it gas
28's chop, trunk picked up
I just give it gas, I just give it gas
Brakes ain't workin' near as good as I am
I just give it gas
I'm like the beast and they know why
'Cause they don't let me pop up at award shows lookin' too fly
Barbecue stain on my pearl button up
Tell a hatin' country singer, bitch, shut the fuck up
Yeah, I shoulda been born in the '70s
Because these young spiffy hippies be lookin' hella sketch on me
And my T chip like my new 6-7
All black cash, front gate like Heaven
Head filled with the raps like a 7-11
I guess that's what I get for smokin' weed down in the southland
Up-Motherfuckin'-Church smokin' weed at the sermon
Passin' Jesus fat joints 'cause he's the one who wrote 'em
I just give it gas, stomp it to the floor
My 28's choppin' with the trunk picked up
I just give it gas like the race don't end
My brakes ain't workin' near as good as I am
I just give it gas, I just give it gas
28's chop, trunk picked up
I just give it gas, I just give it gas
Brakes ain't workin' near as good as I am
I just give it gas
Gold
I just give it gas, stomp it to the floor
My 28's choppin' with the trunk picked up
I just give it gas like the race don't end
My brakes ain't workin' near as good as I am
I just give it gas, I just give it gas
28's chop, trunk picked up
I just give it gas, I just give it gas
Brakes ain't workin' near as good as I am
I just give it gas
I ain't ever see an E, me, never took an L
Back when I was broke, I was still ridin' in somethin' fresh as hell
Yeah, Hank Williams out them Memphis 12's
Southside swervin', Boss Hog in a old Chevelle
Hillbilly got the flavor like a whole rack of ribs
Rebel flag diamond ring, thеy shake my hand and they know what it is
Red Chеvy, blue Ford, that's a civil war
People treat me shitty, why would I be civil for?
I stay quiet 'cause there ain't no use in helpin' folks
'Cause they gon' fuck you over, leave you stranded out there all alone
Bitch I'm bone stock, ridin' solo, no clock
I'm a legend in the storm, call me Whitey and I can shout it back
I just give it gas, stomp it to the floor
My 28's choppin' with the trunk picked up
I just give it gas like the race don't end
My brakes ain't workin' near as good as I am
I just give it gas, I just give it gas
28's chop, trunk picked up
I just give it gas, I just give it gas
Brakes ain't workin' near as good as I am
I just give it gas
I'm like the beast and they know why
'Cause they don't let me pop up at award shows lookin' too fly
Barbecue stain on my pearl button up
Tell a hatin' country singer, bitch, shut the fuck up
Yeah, I shoulda been born in the '70s
Because these young spiffy hippies be lookin' hella sketch on me
And my T chip like my new 6-7
All black cash, front gate like Heaven
Head filled with the raps like a 7-11
I guess that's what I get for smokin' weed down in the southland
Up-Motherfuckin'-Church smokin' weed at the sermon
Passin' Jesus fat joints 'cause he's the one who wrote 'em
I just give it gas, stomp it to the floor
My 28's choppin' with the trunk picked up
I just give it gas like the race don't end
My brakes ain't workin' near as good as I am
I just give it gas, I just give it gas
28's chop, trunk picked up
I just give it gas, I just give it gas
Brakes ain't workin' near as good as I am
I just give it gas
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Writer(s): Thomas Daniel Toner, Ryan Edward Upchurch
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