"Hit The Gas" lyrics
(Ayo, Carter, you goin' crazy)
Had to show I still can go toe-to-toe on 'em
Yeah, yeah
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
Fuck a bitch, 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 niggas 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 niggas made fake pipe a trend, yeah
Ain't fuck a bitch unless she lookin' like a ten, yeah
They made it rich, but I can bring a couple tens out
Stuck inside my ways and I won't change on 'em
Bitch won't let me fuck, you know I ain't trippin', I put the gang on her
I speak real rap, don't talk that bullshit, 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 bullshit, 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 niggas, they ain't the same as me
My cousin seen his first niggas get popped and I can't blame, it's me
Might jump inside the crowds, know I'm too lit, these bitches came for me
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
Fuck a bitch, 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 niggas 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 niggas made fake pipe a trend, yeah
Ain't fuck a bitch unless she lookin' like a ten, yeah
They made it rich, but I can bring a couple tens out
A lot of niggas bitches, can't say that on wax
Cut that bummy shit out in his tracks and got right to them racks
I ain't gotta talk about no gangster shit, I'm up, just check the stats
Beef with us, these niggas 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 shit got bad, you know they stranded
Take off quick, these niggas playin'
I put rocks on side my hand
I was deep down at the bottom, they ain't wanna see me win
Lot of niggas talk, but they respect it, they don't wanna see it end
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
Fuck a bitch, 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 niggas 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 niggas made fake pipe a trend, yeah
Ain't fuck a bitch unless she lookin' like a ten, yeah
They made it rich, but I can bring a couple tens out
Had to show I still can go toe-to-toe on 'em
Yeah, yeah
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
Fuck a bitch, 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 niggas 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 niggas made fake pipe a trend, yeah
Ain't fuck a bitch unless she lookin' like a ten, yeah
They made it rich, but I can bring a couple tens out
Stuck inside my ways and I won't change on 'em
Bitch won't let me fuck, you know I ain't trippin', I put the gang on her
I speak real rap, don't talk that bullshit, 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 bullshit, 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 niggas, they ain't the same as me
My cousin seen his first niggas get popped and I can't blame, it's me
Might jump inside the crowds, know I'm too lit, these bitches came for me
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
Fuck a bitch, 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 niggas 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 niggas made fake pipe a trend, yeah
Ain't fuck a bitch unless she lookin' like a ten, yeah
They made it rich, but I can bring a couple tens out
A lot of niggas bitches, can't say that on wax
Cut that bummy shit out in his tracks and got right to them racks
I ain't gotta talk about no gangster shit, I'm up, just check the stats
Beef with us, these niggas 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 shit got bad, you know they stranded
Take off quick, these niggas playin'
I put rocks on side my hand
I was deep down at the bottom, they ain't wanna see me win
Lot of niggas talk, but they respect it, they don't wanna see it end
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
Fuck a bitch, 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 niggas 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 niggas made fake pipe a trend, yeah
Ain't fuck a bitch unless she lookin' like a ten, yeah
They made it rich, but I can bring a couple tens out
