Yeah
Shout out Track savage
This beats crazy
Hit the gas then I'm gone
Let em know we on, sipping on that vodka
Maybe mixed with that patron
God damn boy we on it, living for the moment
If you ain't talking spreads
Then my nigga can't condone it
About my peanut butter jamming for the bread
All I hear is beats, instrumentals in my head
I'm on circle dot nigga
Red color, feel em
How it sound so appealing
Niggaz think that I'm a villain
I be killing on beats doe
Motherfucking beast mode, Ray with the 3 hoe
Never miss a free throw, hit the fucking gas
Like we riding on a track, been doing this for years
So we learned to adapt, 5 am to the fucking sun rises
I be grinding
Working like I really need a damn raise
Love the chase, no debate
Never running just in place
Bitch I'm great, let me vent
While I really talk my shit
Evident, I'm legit
Got me flexing, hit the bench
Cuz I work, motherfucker work
Bout to go bizzerk, put it in work
While you clubbing on ya birthday
It's my workday, never leaving my lane
When I'm sleeping, feel like I should be going
Realizing, I can lose it all at any moment
Why I'm on fuego gassed up
No more tryna pass us, bitch you're average
I have been established, coming so aggressive
Never coming at you passive, mike jack bad bitch
Thriller with this rap shit
Niggaz talking smoke
You don't really want the gas bitch
Crank it, blast it, strike it with a match then