Gassed Up
These niggaz got you Gassed Up (These niggaaz got you gassed up)
Already knowing you a bad one (Know that you a bad one)
And you been searching for a real one
Somebody that gone make you feel some...
Make you feel some type of way (Make you feel some type of way)
I got your spirit high for days
You never wanna take off (You'll never wanna...)
You got work, you need to take off (You got work you need to take it off)
Girl go head and take that dress off (Take that dress off)
Next you 'bout to take that bra off (Take that bra off)
I ain't mean to get you worked up
But you so fine I had to gas ya (I had to say somethin')
Ayeee look
I'm chillin', I'm smokin' on medical
These niggaz foul like a technical
I got bad bitches on my schedule
She hittin' my line as I'm pullin' in
Swim in that water, I got fin
Michael Phelps, I'm a champion
Where my Emily B, bitch I'm Fabolous
I need a natural actress
We just some dawgs and some savages
She throwin that pussy, I'm catching it
Odell Beckham, finessed it
I'm killing it, she need a stretcher
A dime piece, nothing lesser
These bitches on Insta be flexin'
I'm cold like pneumonia, don't catch it
I'm 1st, they coming in 2nd
We totin', I keep a weapon
I really be high I can't help it
Roll up them grams, you know Imma face it
I am a boss you gotta face it
I just give thanks to the woman that made me
A real one they made
I never been lazy
Good with the sauce, this drip is contagious
You gotta face it
Yeah you gotta face it
I am the greatest
Why is you hatin?
Already knowing you a bad one (Know that you a bad one)
And you been searching for a real one
Somebody that gone make you feel some...
Make you feel some type of way (Make you feel some type of way)
I got your spirit high for days
You never wanna take off (You'll never wanna...)
You got work, you need to take off (You got work you need to take it off)
Girl go head and take that dress off (Take that dress off)
Next you 'bout to take that bra off (Take that bra off)
I ain't mean to get you worked up
But you so fine I had to gas ya (I had to say somethin')
Ayeee look
I'm chillin', I'm smokin' on medical
These niggaz foul like a technical
I got bad bitches on my schedule
She hittin' my line as I'm pullin' in
Swim in that water, I got fin
Michael Phelps, I'm a champion
Where my Emily B, bitch I'm Fabolous
I need a natural actress
We just some dawgs and some savages
She throwin that pussy, I'm catching it
Odell Beckham, finessed it
I'm killing it, she need a stretcher
A dime piece, nothing lesser
These bitches on Insta be flexin'
I'm cold like pneumonia, don't catch it
I'm 1st, they coming in 2nd
We totin', I keep a weapon
I really be high I can't help it
Roll up them grams, you know Imma face it
I am a boss you gotta face it
I just give thanks to the woman that made me
A real one they made
I never been lazy
Good with the sauce, this drip is contagious
You gotta face it
Yeah you gotta face it
I am the greatest
Why is you hatin?
Credits
Writer(s): Conrad Myles
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