Gassed Up

I'm on they ass I'm hitting the gas I gotta be first I could never be last
I'm after the cash too deep in my bag they won't catch me lacking I don't need a strap
The face of the game and don't ever forget it
If you think you better you better forget it
Went from a no one to being the one that they hate I told you I'll become a legend
Slide in a g4 glider
Wallet filled wit paper like a binder
I could throw 100 racks over my shoulder
Tinted out Beamer I keep getting pulled over
Have you ever seen a phantom in a ghost I'm lit
Got corona with flow Wipe his nose I'm sick
The flair is dripping off my coat no Rick
I'm a safety I ain't do shit but like the pic
Extended clip leave em fatal
Only too money I'm faithful
Shawty my homie we don't do labels
Know I got bars but I ain't got cable
Spark shit like a match they know that I'm lit
I gotta a lot on my wrist
I got a lot I can risk
Gone drop the addy you know what it is

Six rings 2 chains
Water dripping off my watch like a fish tank
Since a child I been besties with Ben frank
Number one if they ask me for my rank
Spin like a fan got em ducking and dodging
You say it's a problem we pull up and solve it
Got No Time for cases we slide with revolvers
I pop a bean now I'm geeked up
I got tired and called me a freak up
Yea I'm nasty but no I don't eat butt
You don't eat what?
I don't eat butt nigga
They told me don't smoke on this type of Jamaican
I open the gate I ain't asking I'm taking
Still calling my phone talking bout she want babies
I ain't playing no games only money I'm chasing
Money in my bag this ain't no problem
Look at my shooters and tell em I got em
I promise you won't find a one in this wallet
I got me a bag and it's filled up wit Molly's
And I Hit the road in that watchu ma call it
I just took a perky I can't feel my body
He told me that he saw some hoes at the party
I brought them hoes to the party lil nigga
I keep me a bag just to walk wit some figures
And no I can't talk or walk wit these niggas
So I'm singing to grace while I'm breaking her back
And I'm fucking on faith gotta make sure it's wrapped
I Lost all my paper and still made it back
And I'm still popping perks my head going back
And my Bro got another one chopped in the back
If you Open my door then I'm squeezing the gat

Extended clip leave em fatal
Only too money I'm faithful
Shawty my homie we don't do labels
Know I got bars but I ain't got cable
Spark shit like a match they know that I'm lit
I gotta a lot on my wrist
I got a lot I can risk
Gone drop the addy you know what it is
Six rings 2 chains
Water dripping off my watch like a fish tank
Since a child I been besties with Ben frank
Number one if they ask me for my rank
Spin like a fan got em ducking and dodging
You say it's a problem we pull up and solve it
Got No Time for cases we slide with revolvers



Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Collins
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