Gassed Up
This loud got me gassed up
No breaks all throttle
Say she trynna ride the boat she gone drink it out the bottle
I do this for the mafia my babies kno I got em
If I put some nice cheese on yo top they gone pop you
Im in the booth we cooking up just me and wonder man
I just touched down in the app hitting the money dance
He rolling up some purple rain he the thurnderman
So many woods I fell in the trees Alice in wonderland
Pull up on P my baby got me on a couple grams
Turkeys in try to rob we'll pop a ham
I need a
I met da plug on bollingham
Fuck all the rats I need my niggas from up out the jam
I said this shit a million times i don't fuck with lames
Get out my way I'm doin 90 in the fuck it lane
Either yo chain or yo brains thats a tuff exchange
Bitch we gettin cheese over here
Nigga fuck a name
Twelve pass
I don't even put the drugs up
Lavish Sean off a yerky trynna bug up
If they saying we did it it probably was up
I'm Blowing on this nu pack wit my brothas throwing blood up
You ain't never had more then ten nigga sit back
F & N made a fat nigga get a six pack
I just caught a Michael Vick pack hit for six racks
If I fall off I kno the route for me to get back
I been playing with dog shit it's easy just to blow a band
Play it brazy now you poped and you red Coca Cola can
A nigga ran up on me And I glocked em I ain't know his plan
His ass was either stupid or retarded or he on a Xan
Bitch ass boy probably need mama to hold his hands
Drank in my cup
Watch how you drive these expensive pants
Five niggas and we all strapped that's a loaded van
If this turn around do me good I'm go again
Diamonds on me and they drippin look like Aquafina
Blowing fat woods in public like it's not illegal
They ask me why I'm acting funny i don't rock with people
But I can find a way to manage if the profit equal
He talkin good but ion fuck around with Fu-Fu's
It's like I built the bunk bed wrong cause I got loose screws
This a fat thirty eight not a deuce deuce
And if he snitching I can't even set a play with goof dude
Spikes on me be done fucked around and popped a tire
And the jungle gave me stripes but I am not a tiger
What the fuck you talking bout throwing hands I am not a fighter
I'll pull up on yo block and buss this bitch and leave that bitch on fire
I was blowed in the beginning of the song this time around I'm higher
You say you got a ID and you trynna hit the road Bitch your hired
I just bussed a jugg now I gotta pick it up from Mejirs
And bitch I'm from Detroit you knowing that's the home of the swipers
No breaks all throttle
Say she trynna ride the boat she gone drink it out the bottle
I do this for the mafia my babies kno I got em
If I put some nice cheese on yo top they gone pop you
Im in the booth we cooking up just me and wonder man
I just touched down in the app hitting the money dance
He rolling up some purple rain he the thurnderman
So many woods I fell in the trees Alice in wonderland
Pull up on P my baby got me on a couple grams
Turkeys in try to rob we'll pop a ham
I need a
I met da plug on bollingham
Fuck all the rats I need my niggas from up out the jam
I said this shit a million times i don't fuck with lames
Get out my way I'm doin 90 in the fuck it lane
Either yo chain or yo brains thats a tuff exchange
Bitch we gettin cheese over here
Nigga fuck a name
Twelve pass
I don't even put the drugs up
Lavish Sean off a yerky trynna bug up
If they saying we did it it probably was up
I'm Blowing on this nu pack wit my brothas throwing blood up
You ain't never had more then ten nigga sit back
F & N made a fat nigga get a six pack
I just caught a Michael Vick pack hit for six racks
If I fall off I kno the route for me to get back
I been playing with dog shit it's easy just to blow a band
Play it brazy now you poped and you red Coca Cola can
A nigga ran up on me And I glocked em I ain't know his plan
His ass was either stupid or retarded or he on a Xan
Bitch ass boy probably need mama to hold his hands
Drank in my cup
Watch how you drive these expensive pants
Five niggas and we all strapped that's a loaded van
If this turn around do me good I'm go again
Diamonds on me and they drippin look like Aquafina
Blowing fat woods in public like it's not illegal
They ask me why I'm acting funny i don't rock with people
But I can find a way to manage if the profit equal
He talkin good but ion fuck around with Fu-Fu's
It's like I built the bunk bed wrong cause I got loose screws
This a fat thirty eight not a deuce deuce
And if he snitching I can't even set a play with goof dude
Spikes on me be done fucked around and popped a tire
And the jungle gave me stripes but I am not a tiger
What the fuck you talking bout throwing hands I am not a fighter
I'll pull up on yo block and buss this bitch and leave that bitch on fire
I was blowed in the beginning of the song this time around I'm higher
You say you got a ID and you trynna hit the road Bitch your hired
I just bussed a jugg now I gotta pick it up from Mejirs
And bitch I'm from Detroit you knowing that's the home of the swipers
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Writer(s): Devin Lloyd
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