Uh
Oh, we got six for real
Looking out for the opposition, we dont do this for mass appeal
Dont make me blast the still
I put no word
They want me to lose, but I cant
Imma shed like a thousand tears (Mama)
I cant be lashing the weights (no)
I pull up in Mercedes
Next year you gon see me pull up in a rave (skrrt)
All our niggers ball hard
Mama told me: 'Boy, make sure you tie up your lace' (ay, ay)
When I was down bad, boy, I got on my knees and I started to pray (Lord)
Now break a bet with my young
Who raised you as a part of a gang, no
Now he getting paid every single day
Yeah, was Hudson
I can turn an eight to a twenty-eight, let me show you
**** nigga, they can kiss my ass (whoo)
Yeah, see them lies, bitch, you know I got the strap
**** around, I push the gas
Now he getting paid every single day
Yeah, was Hudson
I can turn an eight to a twenty-eight, let me show you
**** nigga, they can kiss my ass (whoo)
Yeah, see them lies, bitch, you know I got the strap
**** around, I push the gas
Uh
Under the dash
I want way to the back
Boy you now I push the gas
Yeah
Okay my timing is critical
They know my rhyming is pivotal
Hold me the dash is digital, gash residual
like Im ritual
You bet my cash is home
I hit the gas Im gone
Running my wave
Ive been here stuck in my zone
Im boutta blast them home
Sliding of faith
Ive been here finding my ways, grinding for days
All of you wanna foreplay, stuck in a fase
the place, yeah
Hope me you doing a race now
Better to stick to your place, yeah
Wanted it all, I got a taste
Yeah, push on the pedal, now, I gotta
All I ever know, put me on this thrown
Push my buttons and that mother****er go
What you know? What you, what you own?
Push it in a zone
****ing roam
Ride it till the tone
Bring me guns, smell the ****ing fumes
Yall know what it do
With the crew, when we coming thru
Yall all better move
Make it fast, aint now second chance
Coming for your ass
Turn to ash, turning rubber
Now Im bound to push the gas, like
Uh
Under the dash
I want way to the back
Boy you now I push the gas