Gassed Up

(Woo)
Chris, bruh, stop playin', cut that shit down, bro
(C2!)
(Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm)
(Yeah)

Gassed up, gassed up, gassed up, gassed up
Bad bitch, ass up, I can't pass up
Big racks, catch up, I can't mess up
New ring, Bezel, can't fold, pretzel
Gassed up, gassed up, gassed up, gassed up
Bad bitch, ass up, I can't pass up
Big racks, catch up, I can't mess up
New ring, Bezel, can't fold, pretzel

Had to go Florida my wrist, yeah
So I could fuck that bitch, yeah
She ain't really like my fit, yeah
But she still let me hit, yeah
Me and my gang we lit
Ride around town with the blick, yeah
Talking that shit, get hit
It's going down in this bih

I blocked this girl on my phone, she put me in the friend zone
I bet this bitch gone come back when I buy myself a Enzo
And I'ma hit her with the same thing, "We can be friends tho"
Bitches think they use me like I am a damn utensil, yeah
I just be vibing like I'm in this instrumental, yeah
Rhymes really slime, yeah, this shit is detrimental, yeah
Your vibe compared to mine is little, little, little
Sad music playing in the back with the fiddle, fiddle, fiddle

Bitches always wanna come back when I get my bag up
They only wanna use me to get their stats up
And I know this ain't math class, 'cause it ain't adding up
I had to take you off my roster, 'cause you ain't bad enough, yeah

Gassed up, gassed up, gassed up, gassed up
Bad bitch, ass up, I can't pass up
Big racks, catch up, I can't mess up
New ring, Bezel, can't fold, pretzel
Gassed up, gassed up, gassed up, gassed up
Bad bitch, ass up, I can't pass up
Big racks, catch up, I can't mess up
New ring, Bezel, can't fold, pretzel

Never thought I'd ever be like this (This shit got me like, woo)
Never thought I'd have a bitch like this (This shit got me like, woo)
Never thought I'd have a wrist like this (This shit got me like, woo)
Now all the bitches wanna give me kiss (This shit got me like, woo)

Talking that smack, we get 'em whacked
You shoot at me and we shooting right back
Turn you to grass and rob you for your stack
You got a tec and I shoot with a mac
I'll get you gone for a perc and a rack, and I want all the smoke and I'm looking for that
If you shoot at my pack, then we spinning right back
I don't like how you act, you act just like a cat

Yeah, I'm turnt to the max
I'm turnt to the max, yeah
I'm turnt to the max
I'm turnt to the max, yeah

I'm always gonna be where the bitches be at
I don't have no friends 'cause these niggas be whack, yeah
(Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, un)
(Uh-un)
(Yeah)

Gassed up, gassed up, gassed up, gassed up
Bad bitch, ass up, I can't pass up
Big racks, catch up, I can't mess up
New ring, Bezel, can't fold, pretzel
Gassed up, gassed up, gassed up, gassed up
Bad bitch, ass up, I can't pass up
Big racks, catch up, I can't mess up
New ring, Bezel, can't fold, pretzel