Gas

Yeah Shout out Track savage This beats crazy Hit the gas then I'm gone Let em know we on, sipping on that vodka Maybe mixed with that patron God damn boy we on it, living for the moment If you ain't talking spreads Then my nigga can't condone it About my peanut butter jamming for the bread All I hear is beats, instrumentals in my head I'm on circle dot nigga Red color, feel em How it sound so appealing Niggaz think that I'm a villain I be killing on beats doe Motherfucking beast mode, Ray with the 3 hoe Never miss a free throw, hit the fucking gas Like we riding on a track, been doing this for years So we learned to adapt, 5 am to the fucking sun rises I be grinding Working like I really need a damn raise Love the chase, no debate Never running just in place Bitch I'm great, let me vent While I really talk my shit Evident, I'm legit Got me flexing, hit the bench Cuz I work, motherfucker work Bout to go bizzerk, put it in work While you clubbing on ya birthday It's my workday, never leaving my lane When I'm sleeping, feel like I should be going Realizing, I can lose it all at any moment Why I'm on fuego gassed up No more tryna pass us, bitch you're average I have been established, coming so aggressive Never coming at you passive, mike jack bad bitch Thriller with this rap shit Niggaz talking smoke You don't really want the gas bitch Crank it, blast it, strike it with a match then