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