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