Gas

Foot on the gas flooring 
Face on my wrist foreign 
I know yo bitch boring 
Designer my slippers dior 
Walking around with that stick 
Never catch a nigga slippin 
Tinted windows on the whip 
Momma told me I was gifted 
Racks poking out my hip 
Turn a twenty to a fifty 
JD that’s my dog 

She want chanel
How you gone spend it when I made it myself 
Table full sharks gotta swim or fail 
Bad lil shawty gone rock my bells 
Why these niggas hating 
All these bitches be faking 
Said I’m not real boy you got me mistaken 
I done had to cut a check 4 ways lately 
Cuz my buddy down bad and a nigga had baby 
Stand tall 10 ten toes can’t fold on the pavement 
Ima make it on my own if the wave can’t take me
But i neva get rattled lame nigga can’t snake me 
Boy this shit crazy 
Have you been to Vegas 
Gone of the weed nigga I dnt kno maybe 
Leave em in the past if they fucking up my paper 
I ain’t never been server shawty I ain’t no waiter 
If I spend it all now I can get it back later 

Foot on the gas flooring 
Face on my wrist foreign 
I know yo bitch boring 
Designer my slippers dior 
Walking around with that stick 
Never catch a nigga slippin 
Tinted windows on the whip 
Momma told me I was gifted 
Racks poking out my hip 
Turn a twenty to a fifty 
JD that’s my dog 

Put the sack on the table then I turn to my dog it’s all in 
Tinted windows on coupe outside so small I fall in 
Better count it right the first time nigga ain’t no stalling 
Ran off a nigga like plies that’s how I started 
Foot on the gas my foot on the pedal 
All these gold chains looking like I won a metal 
All these niggas hating cuz they see me doing better 
Laughing in my face when I had rainy weather 
I was down bad but I had to keep my head up
Can’t play me I can tell you know better
Hot box in the whip feel like the equator  karma is a bitch but you better locate her

Foot on the gas flooring 
Face on my wrist foreign 
I know yo bitch boring 
Designer my slippers dior 
Walking around with that stick 
Never catch a nigga slippin 
Tinted windows on the whip 
Momma told me I was gifted 
Racks poking out my hip 
Turn a twenty to a fifty 
JD that’s my dog 
Foot on the gas flooring 
Face on my wrist foreign 
I know yo bitch boring 
Designer my slippers dior 
Walking around with that stick 
Never catch a nigga slippin 
Tinted windows on the whip 
Momma told me I was gifted 
Racks poking out my hip 
Turn a twenty to a fifty 
JD that’s my dog