Listen to Gas Me Up (Diligent) by Skepta

Gas Me Up (Diligent)

Skepta

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skepta
Skepta
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cardo
Cardo
Songwriter
Joseph Junior Adenuga
Joseph Junior Adenuga
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cardo
Cardo
Producer
Joshua Faulkner
Joshua Faulkner
Mixing Engineer
Dominic Ganderton
Dominic Ganderton
Mixing Engineer
Prash 'Engine Earz' Mistry
Prash 'Engine Earz' Mistry
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(I need a card that don't decline, every day's a party) prr, prr (I'm with my brothers and my choppers and my chargies) Big Smoke (And we're still the same, ain't nothin' changed except the car keys) ice Greaze Yeah We don't get angry, we don't get even (nah) We don't talk about beef, by the way, did I mention I just turned vegan? (Ha) I need the pagans breathing so they can see my new Top Boy season I need the pagans alive so they can now see that it's still my time I don't know why they act tough online, I see them outside, and they ain't say nada (huh?) Soon as you say, "On sight," we lookin' for you like some vintage Prada Lookin' for you like some archive pieces (pow-pow, pow) Jealousy in the ends, they hate when you become successful But in the trenches, we were all friends, how long we tryna pretend? I know they love to see me do well, but only when it benefits them Is it 'bout money, or is it 'bout girls? (Huh?) Either way, I'm threatening men (greaze) C just text, said, "Diligent," yeah, 'cause the outfit's making sense I told him it cost to be the boss and to be this fly is the same expense (pow-pow, pow) And we just went triple platinum, check the digits (yeah, yeah) Most these brothers is tired and washed up, bro, but they won't admit it How many times have I dumbed it down to make a boy feel like he's on my level? (Bow) And I ain't talkin' about kettles, I ain't talkin' about precious metals (nah, nah) I'm talkin' about takin' a year out, still I can't see no competition Can't see anyone threatenin' my position (ha) Told D I need a chauffer 'cause I'm so driven, should be in the backseat with both hands free (skrrt-skrrt) Right hand makin' plays on the iPhone, and my left hand grippin' on the BB, it's me (prr) Praise the Lord for the life I'm livin', Big Smoke Records, alive and kickin' Dinner in Milan with the finest women and none of us sexin', nah, I'm just chillin' (yeah) Your taste level is my waste level, you ain't ever heard of the wine I'm sippin' Heard you say this year's your year, then you better hurry up, boy, time is tickin' I need a card that don't decline, every day's a party I'm with my brothers and my choppers and my chargies And we're still the same, ain't nothin' changed except the car keys Vroom, vroom I told her to gas me up, I need the gasoline I'm tryna slide it in, just like a cash machine I made a milli on this phone with a cracked screen So don't beat around a bush, please, say what you mean (greaze) Every day's a party I'm with my brothers and my choppers and my chargies Ain't nothin' changed except the car keys I told her to gas me up, I need the gasoline I'm tryna slide it in, just like a cash machine I made a milli on this phone with a cracked screen So don't beat around a bush, please, say what you mean
Writer(s): Cardo, Skepta, Thatguynamedjalen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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