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Gassed Up
228
Rap
Utwór Gassed Up został wydany 14 listopada 2025 przez Not specified jako część albumu Trappalachia
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Data wydania14 listopada 2025
WytwórniaNot specified
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM101

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
cieratherapper
cieratherapper
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shaylen Farris
Shaylen Farris
Composer
Anthony Germaine White
Anthony Germaine White
Composer
Richard Jones
Richard Jones
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. White Did It
J. White Did It
Producer
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Ignacio Portales
Ignacio Portales
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ohad Nissim
Ohad Nissim
Mastering Engineer
Federico Giordano
Federico Giordano
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Tekst Utworu

[Intro]
Gassed up
Gassed up
[Chorus]
I'm a hustler, I ain't lucky
Rose out of dirty Kentucky
You can judge, but can't touch me
I'm gassed up like Buc-ees
Gassed up, gassed up, gassed up
Gassed up like Buc-ees
You can judge, but can't touch me
I'm gassed up like Buc-ees
[Verse 1]
Uh, hillbilly down, pussy tight, real fine
Eatin' down when I step out, I'm a dime
Eatin' bitches up one take, one time
Hick bitch with the juice and the sauce like Heinz
Even in the dark, I shine
Been dope 'fore the deal, I ain't need a cosign
I don't drive, no tickets, but I still got fine
They can hate me all day, I'ma still pop mine (Uh-huh)
[PreChorus]
When it come to men, I'm picky, but I ain't never been no pick-me
Bitches wanna play with Big C, but it's risky
Ran circles 'round these rap bitches, got 'em feeling dizzy
I ain't got time for no haters, I'm too busy
[Chorus]
I'm a hustler, I ain't lucky
Rose out of dirty Kentucky
You can judge, but can't touch me
I'm gassed up like Buc-ees
Gassed up, gassed up, gassed up
Gassed up like Buc-ees
You can judge, but can't touch me
I'm gassed up like Buc-ees
[Verse 2]
Uh-huh, looks kill, body right too (Gassed up)
I been eatin' up the game like Hi-Chew (Gassed up)
I'm allergic to the fake like hachoo (Gassed up)
I'm too up, I can't even wave hi to you (Uh-huh)
I ain't dumbin' shit down to be digestible
Lil' C sendin' shots in his gastrointestinal
Shittin' on these hoes, good fiber, eat my vegetables
Ain't seein' no shots, Big C don't do injectables (Uh-huh)
[PreChorus]
When it come to men, I'm picky, but I ain't never been no pick-me
Bitches wanna play with Big C, but it's risky
Ran circles 'round these rap bitches, got 'em feeling dizzy
I ain't got time for no haters, I'm too busy
[Chorus]
I'm a hustler, I ain't lucky
Rose out of dirty Kentucky
You can judge, but can't touch me
I'm gassed up like Buc-ees
Gassed up, gassed up, gassed up
Gassed up like Buc-ees
You can judge, but can't touch me
I'm gassed up like Buc-ees
I'm a hustler, I ain't lucky
Rose out of dirty Kentucky
You can judge, but can't touch me
I'm gassed up like Buc-ees
Gassed up, gassed up, gassed up
Gassed up like Buc-ees
You can judge, but can't touch me
I'm gassed up like Buc-ees
[Outro]
Gassed up
Gassed up
Gassed up
Gassed up
Uh-huh
Gassed up
Gassed up
Uh-huh
Written by: Anthony Germaine White, Richard Jones, Shaylen Farris
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