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the belly
I'm the New Don, Magivelli
Who provides the means?
Who's feeding the fiends?
Who exhausts gas on my street?
Who got the heat?
Why you asking me?

Luving U is Off, I knew I would pop
Foot is on the gas, you can smell the exhaust
Turned into a boss, feel like I'm Rick Ross
I can't take a loss,

you can go your own way
You aint bout that life nigga fall off
I be ready to heat a nigga at all costs
Fully dressed nigga I don't roll soft
I'm a bring

going gas, no brake
I'm going gas, no brake
I'm going gas, no brake
I'm going gas, no brake
I'm going gas, no brake
I'm going gas, no brake
I'm going gas

Put me in the water and I sank just like a submarine
Taking all the heat through the hether (Oh)
Smokin' on the gas in the bleachers
She really asked me

Ayyyy
Imma just do me bitch don't talk
So imma fuckin' smoke weed watch me cough
Blow trees, exhaust
Can't find me lost, drowning in my thoughts

What’s the word
The boy got the floss
What’s the motive to being a boss
What is clout a nigga got sauce
Where the dubs I only see loss
Where the gas I

heat
Can tell the heart still beats
Don't get stopped in your tracks this time

Ya gotta brake a little easy
Pressing on the gas real hard
Let the fire

Pulled up in a black rim Porsche
You're looking at what you can't afford
I push the gas down to the floor
Been doing this since I was poor

They say

and still no recovery
In this economy, you need a salary on top of winning the lottery
Most haven't eating plus no gas and heating
Tax increases, masses

and coffee (word)
You can't off me, your wack flows suck and exhausts me 
I got New York heat, 'bout to fuck a chick shortly
I'm bowlegged with dogs, can't

soccer boy
Knuckles are banned when this tactical sing
Move like a G, in your lasagna boy
She put that letter in front of a string
You hear this heat

a McFlurry, yeah I froze those
Ice cold, slide on the beat like Frozone
You know I'm still comin' with the heat, that's loco
That bitch call me loco, fuck that

go swing
I don't fuck with a park
Aye cam  get the gas, I'm tryna exhaust
We shoot at his teeth, just tell him go floss

I throw him a feat, 10K imma

off to the bar
Pulled in the gas station, stepped out, replenish the car
Roll the gas up my nigga, smoking out the exhaust
We some flame throwers, head

(That shit hurt my soul)
That shit hurt my soul
I'm still in recovery
I be missin my girl back home
Got a feeling that she don't fuck with me
Had

What the fuck is on your fit
Your shit is really ass
I need eighteen for a zip
My shit is really gas
Smoking on exotic this some pressure
Slam dunking in

lessons learned is only a slap in the teeth
The recovery, it be like practically magically
So a Nado finna rap on a beat
I'm a greenhouse gas, how I'm

Russian Cream

Key Glock

Glock Bond

2018

a king
But I never leave my heat
Yeah, what the fuck you mean
Hop in and hear the exhaust
Hit the gas, watch me get lost
Tell that bitch keep on her

You know it’s a foreign got loud exhaust
The recipe mine I got the sauce
I ran with the Sac when I caught me the toss
84 bands they get caught Randy

nonsense
You cook in the stu on high heat so you burning the product
I don't see the concept
And I -> I let it simmer slow
This like buying stock and y'all

Yeah
Rolley Check
Big Bag Check
Gas Check
It's Just Another Day To Me Ya Heard

Ice on my neck 
Frozen real diamonds that's cold VVS
I spend a check

Scoping_booty_no colonoscopy
Wallflower in the weed exhaust the cheese they toss no pizza sauce exceed your thoughts
I ain't finna gas you but look mama~
I been

the fucking heat up in this Lokee kitchen
Watch me shake it off
I be spitting all this gas, CO2 exhaust
Remember days when the fam had to shop at Ross, now I go