Lyrics:
racks i want cash
They all cap they gone crash, she off X, im off gas told that bitch it wont last
Had to slow down cause im moving too fast
Where was
Red' die Spritpreise klein
Denn hab Blei in mein Bein
Ziano MC digga Streetracer II
Schau in dein ugly Face rein ruf Polizei
Drück aufs Gas und mein
Fick Depression Bruder fick auf die Drogen
Scheiss auf Schwäche und gib Gas bevor sie dich holen
Helf' Brüdern und Schwestern die mich nie belogen
Full gas yeah smash on it switch the gear
Looked up seen the stars no chandelier
Tryna touch all my dreams like a visioneer
Since 2019 it's been crystal
manu glockyy
Izrādījās mauka, still gon ride me, Kawasaki
Man vajag hella gas, viņa perfect, bet hella mad
Tāda kā tu man, na, na, never ever had
Runāj
big 30
Good gas in my lungs
Gone keep a nigga vision blurry
Nigga's hating they don't even know me
Im a pullup on yo block
And get to shooting like
Set our world on fire, dance into the night with me
Set our world on fire, escape into the night with me
Click Click Boom
I'm the gas with no pilot
You
you know your destination
Sometimes I hate the gas station
That's where men catcall
Say I'm a bitch 'cause I don't date them
Orthodox say I don't equate
of gas I'll never stop
Ay, life a guillotine I've lost my head so let it drop
I said life's a guillotine I've lost my head so let it
Never gave up, I just
whatever
Money on me, we could do whatever
When I get that new whip w'ell be cruisin'
And you know I'm smoking' gas, I been zooted
You know I fucked up when
Stupor state
Stooge brain
Stupefies
Running backs
Stoop away
I'm coming back with the gas on high gear
I'm coming back with the best song of the year
Oh
foot on the gas, SquarePants toe turfing
Busy talkin out my ass but it's all still got purpose
She Elmo talkin out her ass, really just one big burden
I
money
I don't know wtf you think.
Ion know wtf you think (wtf)
Smoking on gas you know shit stink (stink)
Run to the money and run to the bank (uh)
Took
know they got a big mouth
Hate a begging hoe always talking with her lip out
Hanging with the Bs but i'll still call my crips out
Smoking good gas yea ik
to blow now
Always knew I was the one think it's time that they know it now
Hit the gas, we living fast this ain't the time to slow it down
I can't lose
she say I did her bad
Smoking this gas got me floating in mars
I get so high that i'm huggin the stars
He steppin on niggas like it's Stomp The Yard
He
sauce
Might swallow you whole
Driving drunk I ain't gonna lose Control
Puff puff pass we been smoking on The dro
Loud pack gas
Keeps me focused
the pastor said
As he pull out the basket, place it here
Filling up his gas tank screaming God bless
Mr. president
I could come and watch over your garden
in the way stay out my lane
Yoo
Fa Fa Fa Fadeaway
Fa Fadeaway
Fa Fadeaway
Fa Fa Fa Fadeaway
Yoo
Look shoutout RaffyBite for this gas tho
We gone let
know that I'm winning
So I keep on doing me
Smoking this gas it's soothing me
CBK trash that's foolery
I could just spaz so fluently
Teachers knew I was
from hell
I'll show you eggshell
I say get well
There's no one at your doorbell
Sometimes you yell
The ring you can sell
The gas main you can't smell
I really wish that I could take my foot off of the gas
But I'm tryna get away from the past as soon as possible
It burns when my brain moving this
Bitch I'm on the block smoking gas you smoke reggie
I only let that bitch suck my dick cuz she's sexy
Lost in the dark from the same place you met me
If
smash ya bitch aslong as that Ass fat
Smoking so much gas you gonna Need a hazmat
I'm so high out my mind
Brain so fried
Losing track of time
Emptied
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