All Gas No Breaks

Rollin', I get on dem beans, fuck everything don't need no trojan
You want me to push up, have a bag and let the bros in
Pistol in my britches, get to fidgeting and I'm blastin'
Pull up wit' a bad bitch, now I'm the one that's laughing

Came, from the couch sleeping in the garage
Ain't no whip gotta beg for a ride
Niggas fake, it's just a mirage
Told lil shawty I'm not ya man, you're not my bitch, why you telling me lies
Smack a nigga ass out with the fye
We'on know him, he not with the guys
Pull up at his spot like (hi!) surprise
Niggas teaming up thinking and plotting
Why he try it he know that I'm 'bout it
Got it on me you know that I got it

Quick to pull the fye right out my pocket
Don't make me nervous nigga I get to poppin'
I'm in the pawnshop tryna go shopping
Show me the biggest gun I wanna cop it
Wanna be famous I make him a topic

Think he mad, he stuck on the block
Think he mad, go punch the clock
Caught a bad bitch right in the lot
I want the fastest whip in the shop
Send them young niggas up in his spot
Get the drop we wiping 'em out
Fuck who you know if you like it or not
I'm bool if I can't get the pipe in the spot

I'm sayin y'all just was a fan
Seeumsayin you gassin' ya mans
Seeumsayin dese niggas be switching
Seeumsayin dese niggas sum bitches
Seeumsayin these niggas some hoes
Seeumsayin they not ya bro
Seeumsayin they not gonna go
No

All day I been in the spot tryna come up ways to get us all paid
I'm all for the team, ain't trippin' 'bout no ball play
Shawty he be trippin', don't fuck with him what they all say
Sometimes I be wildin'
Who da fuck you sizin'

Yea, here we go raisin' hell on the block
Give a fuck if you said it or not
Boy you lyin' you met with the opps
Bought a nine he said its a glock
Swore to God you tellin' the cops
Saw the crime you dead on the spot
On my moms the devil is hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

I'm gone hustle, I'm sellin' a lot
And I'm in a drop top like Usher
When he said it's seven o'clock on the dot
I sped off the lot for the gwop I set up and shop
I might fuck on yo friend if you won't have the threesome
Then hoe I ain't lettin' you watch, gimmie top

I want the cash first then I'm flexin'
I never ask her any questions
I want the last words when I'm textin'
I want the password to your Netflix
I put in mad work like a Mexican
Get on my last nerve I'm a bless him
I know yo ass hurt and you stressin'
He through pass first, intercepted

Last nigga in the train I'm a keep the hoe
Never made it to the league but nigga she a pro
Say she wanted Paxquiao come and meet the bro
Only thing I hear about Sy is he a goat



Credits
Writer(s): Sy Brockington, Diana Schweinbeck, Michael Kendall Ii
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