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HIT THE GAS

by Wack Zack

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Yuh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm 'bout to pop off, goddamn Bitch Let's go Fuck it up, I get my bread, and then I'm bouncin' out, on god Fuck it up, I cash a check, I don't know what to spend it on Fuck it up, I bend her back, I got her all up in the loft Fuck it up, I send her back, 'cause I don't wanna break the law New Balenci's, I take your bitch to Denny's The lean fucked me up, so now I'm sippin' on the Henny I hit her with the right, I forgot that I'ma lefty Yuki on production, made the beat hit heavy Shawty know I got kick back Hit it raw then I'm dippin' in the hatch back Pockets obese 'cause I think that they be too fat Got fifty dollars, uh, all up in my backpack (Yeah) Skrrt off in the demon, bitch, I'm schemin' Know we up, what's the meanin', perky leanin' Let me fuck, pussy bleedin', rockin' neminens Phantom flyin' like a phoenix, stop the teasin' I got diamonds Aquafina, she ain't a true beleiver I just kick my feet up, bitch, you could never be us Yeah, I got them new kicks, I be rockin' 'Didas Got no AC, but you know keep my heater You can look but don't touch Scab wounds, but we all up in the cut Muddy up my water, know I got quadruple cups Pussy got me floating all the way up to the butt Hahaha, bro what the fuck Yeah It go like Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, hit the gas And we go, go, go, go, go, hit the dash You a joke, joke, joke, joke, joke, in the past I was broke, broke, broke, broke, broke, now I laugh 'Cause I'm woke, Gucci coat, I be flyer than your ho Than your neighborhood crow I be all up in your— (Woah) I be all up in your— (Yeah) Six feet apart, but I still step back Left that ho in the past (Ha) Higher than a helicopter, I need a doctor We never fucked proper, my whip lobster Your bitch, call her peach cobbler, them sweet dollars I'm off of the leash, but I keep a gold collar Pistol Pete with the holster I don't got the time, but I think it's gettin' closer Mood swings heavy, why your bitch on bipolar Rollin' down the window, you can smell that good odor Got the weed in my system going loco Mind your damn business, 'cause we keep it on the low-low Hollow tips touching', but they straight, no homo Pikachu whip 'cause I know that you a slowpoke Skrrt off in the demon, bitch, I'm schemin' Know we up, what's the meanin', perky leanin' Let me fuck, pussy bleedin', rockin' neminens Phantom flyin' like a phoenix, stop the teasin'

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