Foot On the Gas
I ran it up I really was down I had to Maneuver
Don't tell me to pull up if I can not Pull up with none of my shooters
Can't picture me losing now
I fuck up the music now
I'm tryna get rich get off my dick Don't make me shoot u down
I got my foot on the gas I'm living fast yeah
I know they gon bring up the past The pain never last no
So many bodies dropping I see mamas crying
At 12 I witnessed murder it was traumatizing
I swear I gotta make it my blood sweat n tears
How you broke n hating that's just fucking weird
I swear I gotta make it my blood sweat n tears
Cuz we ain't going back no we ain't going there
Fuck it I'm back in my bag just bought a truck n it's bullet proof
If I call you my homie my nigga I love you just know that I'm stuck with you
You know that I got you
Bow
That's on the slide thru
She jacking my bop she yelling my name before my arrival
He thinking it's beef boy you a fan we
not even rivals
These niggas be lame just stay in ya lane stop watching what I do
These bullets go spiral
U don't wanna go viral
If my homie down I pick him up I'm nothing like you
I ran it up I really was down I had to maneuver
Don't tell me to pull up if I can not pull up with none of my shooters
Can't picture me losing now
I fuck up the music now
I'm tryna get rich get off my dick don't make me shoot u down
I ran it up I really was down I had to maneuver
Don't tell me to pull up if I can not pull up with none of my shooters
Can't picture me losing now
I fuck up the music now
I'm tryna get rich get off my dick don't make me shoot u down
I got my foot on the gas
I got my foot on the gas
I got my foot on the gas skurr
I am not running on E
Better not run up on me
I told you before I am not regular not like the other ones
I got my kids I do it myself I'm really my mother son
I took care of home I'm back in the stu and I'm back with another one
I'm back with another one
I'm back with another one
These niggas be killing no money at all and the shit going federal
We all from the streets I can not judge I pray for a better you
I pray for a better you
Don't forget what I said to you
But but we gon run it up and we gon keep it up
I ran it up I really was down I had to maneuver
Don't tell me to pull up if I can not pull up with none of my shooters
Can't picture me losing now
I fuck up the music now
I'm tryna get rich get off my dick don't make me shoot u down
Don't tell me to pull up if I can not Pull up with none of my shooters
Can't picture me losing now
I fuck up the music now
I'm tryna get rich get off my dick Don't make me shoot u down
I got my foot on the gas I'm living fast yeah
I know they gon bring up the past The pain never last no
So many bodies dropping I see mamas crying
At 12 I witnessed murder it was traumatizing
I swear I gotta make it my blood sweat n tears
How you broke n hating that's just fucking weird
I swear I gotta make it my blood sweat n tears
Cuz we ain't going back no we ain't going there
Fuck it I'm back in my bag just bought a truck n it's bullet proof
If I call you my homie my nigga I love you just know that I'm stuck with you
You know that I got you
Bow
That's on the slide thru
She jacking my bop she yelling my name before my arrival
He thinking it's beef boy you a fan we
not even rivals
These niggas be lame just stay in ya lane stop watching what I do
These bullets go spiral
U don't wanna go viral
If my homie down I pick him up I'm nothing like you
I ran it up I really was down I had to maneuver
Don't tell me to pull up if I can not pull up with none of my shooters
Can't picture me losing now
I fuck up the music now
I'm tryna get rich get off my dick don't make me shoot u down
I ran it up I really was down I had to maneuver
Don't tell me to pull up if I can not pull up with none of my shooters
Can't picture me losing now
I fuck up the music now
I'm tryna get rich get off my dick don't make me shoot u down
I got my foot on the gas
I got my foot on the gas
I got my foot on the gas skurr
I am not running on E
Better not run up on me
I told you before I am not regular not like the other ones
I got my kids I do it myself I'm really my mother son
I took care of home I'm back in the stu and I'm back with another one
I'm back with another one
I'm back with another one
These niggas be killing no money at all and the shit going federal
We all from the streets I can not judge I pray for a better you
I pray for a better you
Don't forget what I said to you
But but we gon run it up and we gon keep it up
I ran it up I really was down I had to maneuver
Don't tell me to pull up if I can not pull up with none of my shooters
Can't picture me losing now
I fuck up the music now
I'm tryna get rich get off my dick don't make me shoot u down
Credits
Writer(s): Israel Bell
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