HIT THE GAS
Yuh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm 'bout to pop off, goddamn
Bitch
Let's go
Fuck it up, I get my bread, and then I'm bouncin' out, on god
Fuck it up, I cash a check, I don't know what to spend it on
Fuck it up, I bend her back, I got her all up in the loft
Fuck it up, I send her back, 'cause I don't wanna break the law
New Balenci's, I take your bitch to Denny's
The lean fucked me up, so now I'm sippin' on the Henny
I hit her with the right, I forgot that I'ma lefty
Yuki on production, made the beat hit heavy
Shawty know I got kick back
Hit it raw then I'm dippin' in the hatch back
Pockets obese 'cause I think that they be too fat
Got fifty dollars, uh, all up in my backpack (Yeah)
Skrrt off in the demon, bitch, I'm schemin'
Know we up, what's the meanin', perky leanin'
Let me fuck, pussy bleedin', rockin' neminens
Phantom flyin' like a phoenix, stop the teasin'
I got diamonds Aquafina, she ain't a true beleiver
I just kick my feet up, bitch, you could never be us
Yeah, I got them new kicks, I be rockin' 'Didas
Got no AC, but you know keep my heater
You can look but don't touch
Scab wounds, but we all up in the cut
Muddy up my water, know I got quadruple cups
Pussy got me floating all the way up to the butt
Hahaha, bro what the fuck
Yeah
It go like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, hit the gas
And we go, go, go, go, go, hit the dash
You a joke, joke, joke, joke, joke, in the past
I was broke, broke, broke, broke, broke, now I laugh
'Cause I'm woke, Gucci coat, I be flyer than your ho
Than your neighborhood crow
I be all up in your- (Woah)
I be all up in your- (Yeah)
Six feet apart, but I still step back
Left that ho in the past (Ha)
Higher than a helicopter, I need a doctor
We never fucked proper, my whip lobster
Your bitch, call her peach cobbler, them sweet dollars
I'm off of the leash, but I keep a gold collar
Pistol Pete with the holster
I don't got the time, but I think it's gettin' closer
Mood swings heavy, why your bitch on bipolar
Rollin' down the window, you can smell that good odor
Got the weed in my system going loco
Mind your damn business, 'cause we keep it on the low-low
Hollow tips touching', but they straight, no homo
Pikachu whip 'cause I know that you a slowpoke
Skrrt off in the demon, bitch, I'm schemin'
Know we up, what's the meanin', perky leanin'
Let me fuck, pussy bleedin', rockin' neminens
Phantom flyin' like a phoenix, stop the teasin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm 'bout to pop off, goddamn
Bitch
Let's go
Fuck it up, I get my bread, and then I'm bouncin' out, on god
Fuck it up, I cash a check, I don't know what to spend it on
Fuck it up, I bend her back, I got her all up in the loft
Fuck it up, I send her back, 'cause I don't wanna break the law
New Balenci's, I take your bitch to Denny's
The lean fucked me up, so now I'm sippin' on the Henny
I hit her with the right, I forgot that I'ma lefty
Yuki on production, made the beat hit heavy
Shawty know I got kick back
Hit it raw then I'm dippin' in the hatch back
Pockets obese 'cause I think that they be too fat
Got fifty dollars, uh, all up in my backpack (Yeah)
Skrrt off in the demon, bitch, I'm schemin'
Know we up, what's the meanin', perky leanin'
Let me fuck, pussy bleedin', rockin' neminens
Phantom flyin' like a phoenix, stop the teasin'
I got diamonds Aquafina, she ain't a true beleiver
I just kick my feet up, bitch, you could never be us
Yeah, I got them new kicks, I be rockin' 'Didas
Got no AC, but you know keep my heater
You can look but don't touch
Scab wounds, but we all up in the cut
Muddy up my water, know I got quadruple cups
Pussy got me floating all the way up to the butt
Hahaha, bro what the fuck
Yeah
It go like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, hit the gas
And we go, go, go, go, go, hit the dash
You a joke, joke, joke, joke, joke, in the past
I was broke, broke, broke, broke, broke, now I laugh
'Cause I'm woke, Gucci coat, I be flyer than your ho
Than your neighborhood crow
I be all up in your- (Woah)
I be all up in your- (Yeah)
Six feet apart, but I still step back
Left that ho in the past (Ha)
Higher than a helicopter, I need a doctor
We never fucked proper, my whip lobster
Your bitch, call her peach cobbler, them sweet dollars
I'm off of the leash, but I keep a gold collar
Pistol Pete with the holster
I don't got the time, but I think it's gettin' closer
Mood swings heavy, why your bitch on bipolar
Rollin' down the window, you can smell that good odor
Got the weed in my system going loco
Mind your damn business, 'cause we keep it on the low-low
Hollow tips touching', but they straight, no homo
Pikachu whip 'cause I know that you a slowpoke
Skrrt off in the demon, bitch, I'm schemin'
Know we up, what's the meanin', perky leanin'
Let me fuck, pussy bleedin', rockin' neminens
Phantom flyin' like a phoenix, stop the teasin'
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Writer(s): Wack Zack
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