Gassin Me Up
(Yeah)
(They didn't believe in us)
(No they didn't, ha-ha)
(Their loss)
Wake up in the morning, I look at my phone (uh-huh)
Ain't one single message (Oh no)
I get in my zone and put out some songs
They hear it now they hit me up (Oh no!)
Cause they see it as leverage
No one can slow the potential I'm growin
On top of my flow and its top of the mornin
I'm goin for gold, too much ice I get frozen
Bakery bars with the bread that I'm blowin
A million ones, just so I could throw it
And Yves Saint Laurent, just so I could show it
You're technically dumb, you're mentally slow
You don't give a fuck, you do it for show
I do it for love, I do it for hoes
I do it for every one of the bros
And it just annoys me
Real motherfuckers don't get recognition
Let's switch the positions
I'm puttin the key in ignition
Cause this is my mission
The vision has never been clearer
Time to fulfill it
I got the piece of the puzzle that's missin
Big Stepper
(No I ain't Mr. Morale, they countin me out)
Countin me out
(I got the key to the game, they lockin me out)
Lockin me out
(Soon as I'm shootin my shot, they boxin me out)
Draggin me down to the ground
But you'll never see them knocking me out
(No)
All of em bitches that hated, it's gassin me up
(Gassin me up)
All of the time I got snubbed by the labels
It's gassin me up, don't give a fuck
Just got some head in the back of the truck
Down for whatever, no matter the weather
My foot on the pedal, they hate that I'm better
Its gassin me up (Yeah)
All of that shade is gassin me up
(For real)
All of the ladies gassin me up
In case I go crazy
Louis Vuitton and Mercedes
That's why I'm stackin it up
I'm different, I'm cute and intelligent
Fuck it, my presence a present
I'm wrappin it up
Tip-toe (Tip-toe)
Shit is goin down like Crypto (Crypto)
Why your bitch told me single
But I don't fuck with bimbos ooh (ooh)
Wyno put you in a limbo
Wanna keep it simple
But I just shine like a star like Ringo (Ringo)
Make every pussy tingle
My dick finna hit the jackpot like Bingo
(Yeah)
Claim that you hard I ain't buyin that shit
(I ain't buyin it)
Guns in your vids, throwin out money
My brother you know you ain't rich
(You broke)
You even struggle to pay for the lease of your whip
(Oh God)
Be true to your shit boy
Sooner or later these bitches will fry you
If you don't get chips boy
(Stop the cap boy)
All of em bitches that hated, it's gassin me up
(Gassin me up)
All of the time I got snubbed by the labels
It's gassin me up, don't give a fuck
Just got some head in the back of the truck
Down for whatever, no matter the weather
My foot on the pedal, they hate that I'm better
Its gassin me up
I been peepin the game
And it's already changed
All these rappers is lame
Better make no mistakes
Imma make my own lane
I'll be one of the greats
So remember the name boy
(Shoutout Jermaine)
All of em bitches that hated, it's gassin me up
(Gassin me up)
All of the time I got snubbed by the labels
It's gassin me up, don't give a fuck
Just got some head in the back of the truck
Down for whatever, no matter the weather
My foot on the pedal, they hate that I'm better
Its gassin me up (Yeah)
All of that shade is gassin me up
(For real)
(They didn't believe in us)
(No they didn't, ha-ha)
(Their loss)
Wake up in the morning, I look at my phone (uh-huh)
Ain't one single message (Oh no)
I get in my zone and put out some songs
They hear it now they hit me up (Oh no!)
Cause they see it as leverage
No one can slow the potential I'm growin
On top of my flow and its top of the mornin
I'm goin for gold, too much ice I get frozen
Bakery bars with the bread that I'm blowin
A million ones, just so I could throw it
And Yves Saint Laurent, just so I could show it
You're technically dumb, you're mentally slow
You don't give a fuck, you do it for show
I do it for love, I do it for hoes
I do it for every one of the bros
And it just annoys me
Real motherfuckers don't get recognition
Let's switch the positions
I'm puttin the key in ignition
Cause this is my mission
The vision has never been clearer
Time to fulfill it
I got the piece of the puzzle that's missin
Big Stepper
(No I ain't Mr. Morale, they countin me out)
Countin me out
(I got the key to the game, they lockin me out)
Lockin me out
(Soon as I'm shootin my shot, they boxin me out)
Draggin me down to the ground
But you'll never see them knocking me out
(No)
All of em bitches that hated, it's gassin me up
(Gassin me up)
All of the time I got snubbed by the labels
It's gassin me up, don't give a fuck
Just got some head in the back of the truck
Down for whatever, no matter the weather
My foot on the pedal, they hate that I'm better
Its gassin me up (Yeah)
All of that shade is gassin me up
(For real)
All of the ladies gassin me up
In case I go crazy
Louis Vuitton and Mercedes
That's why I'm stackin it up
I'm different, I'm cute and intelligent
Fuck it, my presence a present
I'm wrappin it up
Tip-toe (Tip-toe)
Shit is goin down like Crypto (Crypto)
Why your bitch told me single
But I don't fuck with bimbos ooh (ooh)
Wyno put you in a limbo
Wanna keep it simple
But I just shine like a star like Ringo (Ringo)
Make every pussy tingle
My dick finna hit the jackpot like Bingo
(Yeah)
Claim that you hard I ain't buyin that shit
(I ain't buyin it)
Guns in your vids, throwin out money
My brother you know you ain't rich
(You broke)
You even struggle to pay for the lease of your whip
(Oh God)
Be true to your shit boy
Sooner or later these bitches will fry you
If you don't get chips boy
(Stop the cap boy)
All of em bitches that hated, it's gassin me up
(Gassin me up)
All of the time I got snubbed by the labels
It's gassin me up, don't give a fuck
Just got some head in the back of the truck
Down for whatever, no matter the weather
My foot on the pedal, they hate that I'm better
Its gassin me up
I been peepin the game
And it's already changed
All these rappers is lame
Better make no mistakes
Imma make my own lane
I'll be one of the greats
So remember the name boy
(Shoutout Jermaine)
All of em bitches that hated, it's gassin me up
(Gassin me up)
All of the time I got snubbed by the labels
It's gassin me up, don't give a fuck
Just got some head in the back of the truck
Down for whatever, no matter the weather
My foot on the pedal, they hate that I'm better
Its gassin me up (Yeah)
All of that shade is gassin me up
(For real)
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Writer(s): Wyben Arcelo
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