Intro lyrics

by

T.I.


[Verse]
This gas got me so high
It feel like I'm up in the air like a parachute
I'm clutching my strap while I'm riding
'cause I'm finna see the way these n*ggas plot on you
I cut you off 'cause you crossed me
You can quit calling, you done lost me
You the type to throw a shot on the internet
I'm the type that'll off 'em
This b*tch that I'm f*cking, she got a big booty
And we be chilling, smoking weed and sh*t
We rolling up trees and sh*t
Bae pulled the scrap out, she like we need the stick
Yeah you right, give it here, I'm trippin'
The devil tryna catch me slipping but I can't go like that
Won't get no more like that, better play with your ho like that
And I got three b*tches, matter fact I got four b*tches
Man I need some more b*tches
I'ma turn up with Lil Terio, my circle tighter than cheerios
I put a di*k on the Glock and I ain't gotta reload
I can just keep on shooting
Blow a n*gga like a flute, bless his ass, hachoo
Her pus*y wet, make it poop
Share the b*tch, alley-oop
di*k in her mouth like a tooth
I seen what you post on the internet
If I can't get to you then you don't need me
I'm feeling like Wiz, I shot out
Foreign b*tch in the whip doin' dropout
I'm in the booth with my shirt off
b*tch hit the moon with her skirt off
Pick up the cash and I skrrt off
Hit the gas and go poof
I'm blowing kush out the roof
I'm getting chewed in the coupe
She poppin' pills, now she turnt
Seen 12 then I turned
'cause you know I'm hotter than perms
Ain't shaking hands, boy them germs
n*ggas snitching and they switching, I ain't tryna catch that
I got some straps in my backpack
And I'm tryna get me some get back
My ex on the internet talking down
Tryna sh*t on my name and sh*t
Tryna get her some fame and sh*t
But I'm tryna get rich and go get me a famous b*tch
And I'm talking 'bout a millionaire
If she real put a ring on her
Ain't no sucker sh*t, she really bust some sh*t
She ain't with that opp sh*t, lil baby f*ck with me
I'm in traffic with a whole bomb in a trunk
Got huck arm in the trunk
If you run up I'ma dump, leave the boy slumped
Walk up on him with the pump
I don't rock sh*t fugazi, say I'm her favorite
Now she on top like gravy
I'm in traffic with the Haitians
And I got drugs for the patients
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