Level Up
Level up and hit the gas, step on it
Level up and hit the gas, step on it
Level up and hit the gas, step on it
Level up and hit the gas, step on it
Niggas know how it go
Niggas do this shit for real not for no show
You a bitch on the low
Leveled up on the stick now you ducking low
Gotta a tennis and its froze
Snakes in the grass ion really fuck with dose
All my niggas reppin 4
We can fight the shit ion need a pole
You ain't touchin nobody
Said it's dangerous in there
Might just go inside it
Six bands onna audi
Knew dem boys wasn't gang
Why they fucking plottin
Yeah cuz all my niggas mobbin
Numbers going up, no it ain't no fucking stoppin
Niggas wouldn't know about it
If i'm just being honest, nigga
Bitch all i hit is the top when i shoot and
These bitches be thirsty guess i got the juice
I be taking da 1 cuz i can not be 2
If you ain't shit den why they talking bout you
And i see how they move
Got shit to prove
I up the score on them niggas they lose
Don't fuck with me bitch yk i'm da truth
Twelve behind meh that foreign get loose
Back up, heart cold like winter
Slide up on a nigga no tinder
Still run this shit bitch i know you remember
Flex on em, neck on december
Count it up, countin mo
Bitch i just ran up the stats bout to buss out the meter
How it go, how it go
Ion fuck with you or yo gang either
Ten racks in the bank
Bitch, what the fuck ya think
Big dawg, elite, up the fucking ranks
Trynna be what you ain't
I done came up from da bottom now i'm bout ta blank
Big body, like a tank
Talking violent you a bitch nigga no you ain't
Sit in silence cuz you can't
Bitch, nigga
Level up and hit the gas, step on it
Level up and hit the gas, step on it
Level up and hit the gas, step on it
Level up and hit the gas, step on it
Level up and hit the gas, step on it
Level up and hit the gas, step on it
Level up and hit the gas, step on it
Level up and hit the gas, step on it
All you gotta do is toss
I'm run it up in the field like i'm austin
Lil nigga take caution
Been knew you was pussy, nigga quit talking
Then again quit stalking
Buy all dem guns, nigga that's not how you rocking
Want some racks in my pocket, pick up the stick when they knockin
Niggas at the door
Bitch, you should already know
I had da get it, so i got it back for da low
With dat i up the score
Demons don't stop so i might just go pour up mo
Nigga clean, head da toe
Numbers thru the ceiling I can't cap for no hoe
Bitch i know you ain't slow
You be knowin what you told
Nigga
Level up on the gas
Step on it
Level up on the gas
Step on it
Level up and hit the gas, step on it
Level up and hit the gas, step on it
Level up and hit the gas, step on it
Niggas know how it go
Niggas do this shit for real not for no show
You a bitch on the low
Leveled up on the stick now you ducking low
Gotta a tennis and its froze
Snakes in the grass ion really fuck with dose
All my niggas reppin 4
We can fight the shit ion need a pole
You ain't touchin nobody
Said it's dangerous in there
Might just go inside it
Six bands onna audi
Knew dem boys wasn't gang
Why they fucking plottin
Yeah cuz all my niggas mobbin
Numbers going up, no it ain't no fucking stoppin
Niggas wouldn't know about it
If i'm just being honest, nigga
Bitch all i hit is the top when i shoot and
These bitches be thirsty guess i got the juice
I be taking da 1 cuz i can not be 2
If you ain't shit den why they talking bout you
And i see how they move
Got shit to prove
I up the score on them niggas they lose
Don't fuck with me bitch yk i'm da truth
Twelve behind meh that foreign get loose
Back up, heart cold like winter
Slide up on a nigga no tinder
Still run this shit bitch i know you remember
Flex on em, neck on december
Count it up, countin mo
Bitch i just ran up the stats bout to buss out the meter
How it go, how it go
Ion fuck with you or yo gang either
Ten racks in the bank
Bitch, what the fuck ya think
Big dawg, elite, up the fucking ranks
Trynna be what you ain't
I done came up from da bottom now i'm bout ta blank
Big body, like a tank
Talking violent you a bitch nigga no you ain't
Sit in silence cuz you can't
Bitch, nigga
Level up and hit the gas, step on it
Level up and hit the gas, step on it
Level up and hit the gas, step on it
Level up and hit the gas, step on it
Level up and hit the gas, step on it
Level up and hit the gas, step on it
Level up and hit the gas, step on it
Level up and hit the gas, step on it
All you gotta do is toss
I'm run it up in the field like i'm austin
Lil nigga take caution
Been knew you was pussy, nigga quit talking
Then again quit stalking
Buy all dem guns, nigga that's not how you rocking
Want some racks in my pocket, pick up the stick when they knockin
Niggas at the door
Bitch, you should already know
I had da get it, so i got it back for da low
With dat i up the score
Demons don't stop so i might just go pour up mo
Nigga clean, head da toe
Numbers thru the ceiling I can't cap for no hoe
Bitch i know you ain't slow
You be knowin what you told
Nigga
Level up on the gas
Step on it
Level up on the gas
Step on it
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Writer(s): Jaylyn Locklear
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