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Gassed Up (Prod by Cardiak)

[Intro]

One big chain but it feel like two though

Big ass whip they dont make it in a two-door

Two big blunts to the head like a tumor

Steady laughing to the bank bitch, Ive got a lot of humor[Hook]

I see you gassed up dont be a hype beast

Look around, niggas dressed just like me

I pull the same hoes, in a white tee

Shine bright diamonds need a fucking ice tray

[Verse 1]

Eyesight gone, Im a fucking liability

Life been a bitch since I took that hoes virginity

I lost my emotions cant find sympathy

High off life and cant nobody intervene

Bitch, Im blowing up like AP chemistry

Feeling like a menace since I went in on my enemies

I never gave a fuck bout a sucker nigga anyway

The heat on the dresser still tryna find my inner peace

Naw you dont wanna see me unleash my inner beast

R.I.P. the club, in loving memory

Wake up in the morning and I cant remember anything

Probably shouldnt have drank with my stomach so empty

Shit, Im wilding see it in my face

See the keys? If it drop, you should get up out the way

Man, Im sitting on the world looking into outer space

Sitting in the Range squares got me feeling out of shape

Its Alumni bitch know Im repping to the grave

ATM, pull the PIN out like a grenade

And money rain all on that ass like a bidet

Its back, gangbang, got em throwin up that OK

All up in your face, in your face like ole

Im just getting started, but the game is fucking over

Hit you with that 5, baby, right up off the stovetop

Meet me at the Shell, Mobil or the Chevron, bitch

[Hook]

I see you gassed up dont be a hype beast

Look around, niggas dressed just like me

I pull the same hoes, in a white tee

Shine bright diamonds need a fucking ice tray[Verse 2]

I say Swaggershipshawty, Kid Ink, baby, KI

Call me by my name but dont call me in the daytime

I dont really skate but I got these bitches in line

All you niggas thought I wouldve changed when the deal signed

Up all night take a look into my pale eyes

Gotta keep it G til my motherfucking demise

Whoop it, whoop it hard, cant park this hoe

Bout to buy a crib, babysit department store

I aint scared of nobody, and I dont know no other way

Them dudes you with is nobody, we shutting down the VIP

Table full of baddies, bunch of Rihanna and Beyonces

Maker played his cards right, all I got is Ace Of Spades

Back to hit a home run, bases loaded, safe to say

I been fuckin on one, you just finally seen the day

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