All Gas No Brakes

(Why yo face look so ugly?)
- Thinking that I love him (nah)
I don't even want him he getting played (played)
Everything on fleek
My lace and my hair, my nails is laid (laid)
Went back for the bag
Got the sack right now I'm like aye (aye)
Hop inside the coup all gas no brakes
We do the race (aye)
- You lackin you chasing these hoes
Went all the way in I'm in love with the rolls
Run up a sack just to shit on you hoes
Got me a bag now designer my clothes
Stepping on - designer my toes
Yo money be funny you hang with the bros (huh)
Hop in the coup hit a loop in the Rolls
Look at my neck and my wrist it's on froze
Hop on the social I'm doing the most
Where is my haters they hiding and ghost
Came to yo city I'm running yo shit
Came to my city you running and shit
These - they ain't about shit
Hating on me like a bitch
Turn up a notch in this bitch
Just blew a bag with the six
Hop on the gram take a pic
These pussies they all on my dick
Wanna rock with me and shit
Lotta knots on me and shit
Lotta boppers in this bitch
Got a problem better hit
Talking shit better quit
Say you in love with my lips
We fucking you grabbing my hips (aye, aye)
Get up get back to the money
Get rid of the profit, get rid of some money (aye)
- Thinking that I love him (nah)
I don't even want him he getting played (played)
Everything on fleek
My lace and my hair, my nails is laid (laid)
Went back for the bag
Got the sack right now I'm like aye (aye)
Hop inside the coup all gas no brakes
We do the race (aye)
All money in how you wanna do it
Run it up and don't play (play)
Boys dying every day, I don't know what happened
Watch what you say (say)
Diamonds on me they dancing
Look at my ice got me like aye aye
Saying that he want the pussy
Where is my money know you gone pay (pay)



Credits
Writer(s): Atalia Young, Justin Seth Riley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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