Foot on the gas

Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh
Clemancy
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
It go like that
Yeah, i put my name in their mouth, and i stamb on gas
We gon beat that boy up, when we leave, its a mess
Run-run round in the studio with curse
Im still down on the floor, and i sleep on the math
And that boy better not talk to me
(uhh-uhh), he informing, he talk to the-feds
I be moving, you know how i get
I'm not in the G.E.T, bitch fuck what you say

Ey, give me my meds, i cant think right
Say he keep him a shooter, get played to the left
Fuck what they say now we been on
Ey, fuck what you say im beyond
Just gimme some beats, told you i wan' more
Pour me that drip (drip), pour me that ice (ice)
(yeah-yeah)
Im on the mix (mix), ain' taking no pic's (ohh-ohh-ohh)
(Nah-nah)
I sleep through the day and i come when the dogs out
Lil-Shawtty too bad imma fuck with my (prrrt) dick out
Man i 'ont really fuck with no pants on (paw)
Imma fuck with that bitch, know she wont see tomorrow (yeah-yeah)
Im wearing paint, but im not great yaa (no way)
Whats the point of winning, if they ain' feelin' you
Fuck a roof, you know i be ceiling (ceiling)
I got strip on the side, and i stab on the gas
(I stamp on the gas)
Pull up in the streets, but i got a glock on my hip (ohh-ohh)
Fell in love with a diamond, but a demon in the sheets
(yeah-yeah yeah-yeah)
Fuck around, but she trana come back
I came with this racks and i stamp on the gas (yeah-yeah)
Dont wanna talk lets fuck on the math (lets fuck on the math)
She said i do it better i fuck on this past (fuck on this past)
If i'm coming home, she come and relax (yeah-yeah)
I got full power horse and i hit it on max (ohh-ohh)

Run-run round with a glock on my hip
Ain nobody fin' do what i do
As i stamp on the gas
Stamp on the gas
As i stamp on the gas

YNBE in this shit, boys love pink too

Yeah, i put my name in their mouth, and i stamb on gas
We gon beat that boy up, when we leave, its a mess
Run-run round in the studio with curse
Im still down on the floor, and i sleep on the math
And that boy better not talk to me (Nah-nah)
He informing, he talk to the-feds
(he talk to the feds)
I be moving, you know how i get (gas)
I'm not in the G.E.T, bitch fuck what you say (prrrt prrrt)

Yeah, i put my name in their mouth, and i stamb on gas
We gon beat that boy up, when we leave, its a mess
Run-run round in the studio with curse
Im still down on the floor, and i sleep on the math
And that boy better not talk to me (Nah-nah)
He informing, he talk to the-feds (he talk to the feds)
I be moving, you know how i get (gas)
I'm not in the G.E.T, bitch fuck what you say (prrrt prrrt)



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Writer(s): Gift (yn) Kgothatso
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