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 f*ck 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