Foot On The Gas (feat. B.C.A Mike, BankBoi & Deshun)

OnGod Lil Bitch Hahahaaa Foot on the gas And I bet i won't crash Lil BITCH I jump in the foreign my foot on the gas Im swerving this bitch but i bet i won't crash I'm balling like Steve but my last name ain't Nash Cause im all about cheese and I'm loving that cash Glock wit a beam yea you know it's gone blow And I'm up for no reason we upping the score Send the cash app I bet my young niggas gone go Cause you niggas be bitches you niggas be hoes I'm clutching that 30 stepback and I'm feeling like curry And that Glock yea it's clean but it's gone do you dirty Man you come to the trap get a 40 for 30 And im killing ya bitch got arrested for murder You play wit the gang and you gone get a Halo Wake up to a 3.5 just to see how my day go And my niggas gone ride they just waiting on my say so They gone heat up some shit turn ya body to play dough You niggas be bitches bag chasers the gang We gone slide on yo block and slide where you hang Ian gone post on the gram and I won't say a thang Cause them bullets gone talk and them bitches gone sang And im tossing the pack like my first name was Patty Or I get that shit gone by myself Lamar Jackson And this shit that rapping i swear ain't no capping Cause I'm straight from the sip yea I'm straight outta Jackson Straight outta Jackson These bitches be fucking these niggas be cappin 32 In my clip so you know I'm not lacking We catch em down bad and we up and we clap em Won't eat til up you'll think that I'm fasting Everything that I make ima make it classic Hollow tips in my clips f*ck full metal jackets 32 In my clip like I'm magic Take a trip to Milwaukee I'm chasing a bag I feel like I'm Giannis I'm all bout a buck Im fucking a thick bitch you know that she bad Don't won't no relations I just wanna f*ck I'm smoking that ZA and you smoking that gas I'm smoking that shit that gone leave yo ass stuck Nigga run up on me ima do his ass bad Up this bitch off my hip and you know ima buss I can't trust a nigga i can't trust a bitch I pray to god i ain't gotta put one under If the topic ain't money yeen talking bout shit Ian discussing shit if aint bout commas We come spend on yo block and let off bout a hunnid Tell them double back aye we gotta runner Stupid bitch steady calling my phone told ha Leave me alone fucked around got a whole new number We chasing a bag we chasing them racks Lil nigga the f*ck is you talking bout Man them folks put me last my foot on the gas Zoom pass em like f*ck is you talking bout On these lil niggas ass now they getting mad They see how young nigga popping out But I still ain't stunnin shit that they talking bout Lil nigga the f*ck is you talking bout Aye Foot On The Gas Foot On The Gas Aye And I bet i won't crash I bet i won't crash Foot On The Gas Foot On The Gas And I bet i won't crash I bet i won't crash BCA BE THE GANG