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stompin da gas - fundz (us) lyrics

[intro]
solo ona track

[pre*chorus]
yeah, i took my foot off the brake (takeoff)
now we ain’t havin’ no breaks (no breaks)
i really don’t care what you say (nah)
no, i’ma do it my way
now i got to live my life like every day a friday
drivin’ in a ferra*rari on the highway (skrrt)
[chorus]
stompin’ the gas, stompin’ the gas
stompin’ the gas, stompin’ the gas
stompin’ the motor right outta this b*tch
i’ma do every number that sit on the dash
n*ggas hatin’ from the side, i see the look on their face, they mad
if you try one of my n*ggas, we gon’ come with them sticks to your ass
i’m stompin’ the gas, stompin’ the gas
stompin’ the gas, stompin’ the gas
stompin’ the motor right out this b*tch
i’ma do every number that’s on this dash
now i got to live my life like every day a friday
flyin’ in a ‘ra*ra*rari, f*ckin’ up the highway (skrrt)

[verse 1]
stuff a backwood with the gas (dope), we really be talkin’ the cash (whoa)
they livin’ their life in the past (they know it), [?] whole life is a swag (whoa)
i used to have a lil’ stash (huh?), i used to dip in my stash (no)
come this time around, i don’t even look at my stash, nah
we took the work, then we ran off (skrrt), [?] then we smashed off (skrrt)
servin’ that dope, i was hands*on, [?]
remember they ain’t f*ck with me? i can’t see them, h*ll yeah, i’m gone
high off life, i’m in my zone, hoes callin’ my cell phone
i don’t answer like, “h*ll nah,” told mama, “won’t fail y’all”
blood ‘nem on that jailyard, still answer them jail calls (brrd)
ain’t nothin’ like these p*ssy n*ggas, the fundz, he can’t fell off
hopin’ that sh*t, it wasn’t steep, nah, hop in the jeep, then skeet off (skrrt)
i can’t forget those days (i can’t), every day used to be a bad day
i had to turn my trap on (trapway), now we don’t look back that way (for real)
yeah, used to be a crook back that day (huh?)
run them bands up that way, from new york down to l.a. (ayy)
[chorus]
stompin’ the gas, stompin’ the gas (ayy)
stompin’ the gas, stompin’ the gas (ayy)
stompin’ the motor right outta this b*tch
i’ma do every number that sit on the dash
n*ggas hatin’ from the side (you see ’em?), i see the look on their face, they mad (they fake)
if you try one of my n*ggas, we gon’ come with them sticks to your ass (doo*doo*doo, doo*doo*doo)
i’m stompin’ the gas, stompin’ the gas
stompin’ the gas, stompin’ the gas
stompin’ the motor right out this b*tch
i’ma do every number that’s on this dash (skrrt)
now i got to live my life like every day a friday (every day)
flyin’ in a ‘ra*ra*rari, f*ckin’ up the highway (let’s get it)

[verse 2]
yeah, f*ckin’ it up, f*ckin’ it up, f*ckin’ it up (f*ckin’ it up)
yeah, gang showin’ a bag, she bustin’ it open, then f*ckin’ it up (them racks, yeah)
ooh, i got two cards, vacuum, and seal, stuffin’ it up
n*gga try his luck, barbershop, touch him up, ayy
you know where i’m from, out west, yeah, the f*ckin’ slums (chiraq)
i used to serve the bums back when i was young (hustlin’)
i’m goin’ dumb, droppin’ [?] with some balmain’s
and the turbans, throwin’ gas in a [?], whoa (whoo)
you know how i like my door, closed
neck, chain, and ear froze
in the club, throwin’ hollows (doo*doo*doo, doo*doo*doo)
i ain’t throwin’ no f*ckin’ bows
you don’t f*ck with me, remember?
yeah, don’t act like you don’t know
ain’t sh*t changin’, but my clothes
and all the places that i go
[pre*chorus]
i took my foot off the brake (brake)
now we ain’t havin’ no breaks (nah)
i really don’t care what you say (nah)
no, i’ma do it my way (yeah)
now i got to live my life like every day a friday (yeah)
drivin’ in a ferra*rari on the f*ckin’ highway (skrrt)

[chorus]
stompin’ the gas, stompin’ the gas
stompin’ the gas, stompin’ the gas
stompin’ the motor right outta this b*tch
i’ma do every number that sit on the dash
n*ggas hatin’ from the side, i see the look on their face, they mad
if you try one of my n*ggas, we gon’ come with them sticks to your ass
i’m stompin’ the gas, stompin’ the gas
stompin’ the gas, stompin’ the gas
stompin’ the motor right out this b*tch
i’ma do every number that’s on this dash
now i got to live my life like every day a friday
flyin’ in a ‘ra*ra*rari, f*ckin’ up the highway

[outro]
ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy
ayy, yeah

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