Memories
Thanking God we got enough but we still need some more
Move this shit just like some drugs tell me what you looking for
We got all this ammunition like it's fucking time for war
Damn I love how it sound when the pedal to the floor
I think tn I wanna sip so I take a cup and pour it
I been working hella hard it's gone get hard to ignore it
I just up the fucking score and then I up that bitch some more
They like you cheating at this game don't wanna play it anymore
I got thousand on my body you wouldn't find it in the store
Always plotting on a bag
Make sure you load the mag
That's my shooter he a monster and that's really just a mask
Bro said on his last hit he didn't wear a mask
And I'm really like the top pick of this draft class
I like this girl look like a model and she got her on cash
I got this bitch that's really ratchet but when she with me she got class
She like why all yo shit be racing
Cause I'm really on they ass
I get high
I be up
Always up to something
Ah mix this fashion from my niggas
With some shit from London
Still dropping ashes on clothes
I think the cake was London
It's like I'm always on the run
And I ain't even running
Gas on 93
Gas on 93
I told you this a face
You can't get high with me
Don't tell me that you love me
Unless you would die with me
And if I do the race
Is you gone ride with me
Is you gone ride with me
Is you gone slide with me
You know they will not catch me slipping but would you slide for me
I'm starting to feel just like a pro just like I'm in the league
Klemmy said check the board bitch we in the lead
Burning backwoods burning up my memories
Imma leave this shit behind so they remember me
Burning backwoods burning up my memories
Burning backwoods burning up my memories
Thanking God we got enough but we still need some more
Move this shit just like some drugs tell me what you looking for
We got all this ammunition like it's fucking time for war
Damn I love how it sound when the pedal to the floor
I think tn I wanna sip so I take a cup and pour it
I been working hella hard it's gone get hard to ignore it
I just up the fucking score and then I up that bitch some more
They like you cheating at this game don't wanna play it anymore
Move this shit just like some drugs tell me what you looking for
We got all this ammunition like it's fucking time for war
Damn I love how it sound when the pedal to the floor
I think tn I wanna sip so I take a cup and pour it
I been working hella hard it's gone get hard to ignore it
I just up the fucking score and then I up that bitch some more
They like you cheating at this game don't wanna play it anymore
I got thousand on my body you wouldn't find it in the store
Always plotting on a bag
Make sure you load the mag
That's my shooter he a monster and that's really just a mask
Bro said on his last hit he didn't wear a mask
And I'm really like the top pick of this draft class
I like this girl look like a model and she got her on cash
I got this bitch that's really ratchet but when she with me she got class
She like why all yo shit be racing
Cause I'm really on they ass
I get high
I be up
Always up to something
Ah mix this fashion from my niggas
With some shit from London
Still dropping ashes on clothes
I think the cake was London
It's like I'm always on the run
And I ain't even running
Gas on 93
Gas on 93
I told you this a face
You can't get high with me
Don't tell me that you love me
Unless you would die with me
And if I do the race
Is you gone ride with me
Is you gone ride with me
Is you gone slide with me
You know they will not catch me slipping but would you slide for me
I'm starting to feel just like a pro just like I'm in the league
Klemmy said check the board bitch we in the lead
Burning backwoods burning up my memories
Imma leave this shit behind so they remember me
Burning backwoods burning up my memories
Burning backwoods burning up my memories
Thanking God we got enough but we still need some more
Move this shit just like some drugs tell me what you looking for
We got all this ammunition like it's fucking time for war
Damn I love how it sound when the pedal to the floor
I think tn I wanna sip so I take a cup and pour it
I been working hella hard it's gone get hard to ignore it
I just up the fucking score and then I up that bitch some more
They like you cheating at this game don't wanna play it anymore
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Writer(s): Timothy Bankston Jr
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