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hit the gas - noodah05 lyrics

hit the gas lyrics
[intro]
(ayo, carter, you goin’ crazy)
had to show i still can go toe*to*toe on ’em
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
hit the gas and it go fast
make advance by movin’ past
keep these snakes lined up for rats
take his soul, ain’t comin’ back
f*ck a b*tch, we still get racks
slime ’em out and make a plan
we too deep up in this car
act up, strappin’ on this mask
lot of n*ggas fake pop, they playin’
made a bond with a lot of steppers, they stayin’
them boys got the guns and them choppers and ran
these n*ggas made fake pipe a trend, yeah
ain’t f*ck a b*tch unless she lookin’ like a ten, yeah
thеy made it rich, but i can bring a couple tens out

[verse 1]
stuck insidе my ways and i won’t change on ’em
b*tch won’t let me f*ck, you know i ain’t trippin’, i put the gang on her
i speak real rap, don’t talk that bullsh*t, that’s the same on me
cuban vibe, love the way she ride, she got my name on her
yeah, i keep some motion, but i’m smart, i keep my distance on ’em
ain’t with that bullsh*t, if he gon’ play, we puttin’ them glizzies on him
survived through hard times, i’m still tryin’, but i stack this money
pray when it’s my time, stay on my grind, and i can’t let up on ’em
mama had long talks and conversations ’bout who i came to be
i was trained to never leave your n*ggas, they ain’t the same as me
my cousin seen his first n*ggas get popped and i can’t blame, it’s me
might jump inside the crowds, know i’m too lit, these b*tches came for me
[chorus]
hit the gas and it go fast
make advance by movin’ past
keep these snakes lined up for rats
take his soul, ain’t comin’ back
f*ck a b*tch, we still get racks
slime ’em out and make a plan
we too deep up in this car
act up, strappin’ on this mask
lot of n*ggas fake pop, they playin’
made a bond with a lot of steppers, they stayin’
them boys got the guns and them choppers and ran
these n*ggas made fake pipe a trend, yeah
ain’t f*ck a b*tch unless she lookin’ like a ten, yeah
they made it rich, but i can bring a couple tens out

[verse 2]
a lot of n*ggas b*tches, can’t say that on wax
cut that bummy sh*t out in his tracks and got right to them racks
i ain’t gotta talk about no gangster sh*t, i’m up, just check the stats
beef with us, these n*ggas won’t make no money, we gon’ wet your trap
i been takin’ time with my career, i got the patience now
got the show, can’t let up the press, it ain’t no waitin’ now
gotta chase that bag, get off my ass, and i couldn’t wait around
we gon’ get on his ass, these bullets fast when we go chase him down
yeah, keep my cool and never panic
when sh*t got bad, you know they stranded
take off quick, these n*ggas playin’
i put rocks on side my hand
i was deep down at the bottom, they ain’t wanna see me win
lot of n*ggas talk, but they respect it, they don’t wanna see it end
[chorus]
hit the gas and it go fast
make advance by movin’ past
keep these snakes lined up for rats
take his soul, ain’t comin’ back
f*ck a b*tch, we still get racks
slime ’em out and make a plan
we too deep up in this car
act up, strappin’ on this mask
lot of n*ggas fake pop, they playin’
made a bond with a lot of steppers, they stayin’
them boys got the guns and them choppers and ran
these n*ggas made fake pipe a trend, yeah
ain’t f*ck a b*tch unless she lookin’ like a ten, yeah
they made it rich, but i can bring a couple tens out

- noodah05 lyrics

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