I'm banking a full tank, you're running on low gas
I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
Act fact, hourglass, pedal to the floor, step on the gas
But here we show, there it goes, i remember gas stations,
I'm tryna fuck the shit out your aspirations
Come with ya gas you’ll leave with a dead crew,
Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you
Still got my nike boots
Make him inhale the gas fumes
If you feel it, it must be real just
Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled
Spray nitrogen in your eye sever your pride then leave you to die,
So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy
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