Hit the gas no green light
Cause all of my niggas they be on go
No razor blade how I'm cuttin' up
No .38 with a 9 like Rondo
I'm not the one I really be playin' slow
No NFL on my way to the end zone
Never alone I stay with the chrome
Never know what niggas really on
Can't lie I really be zoned out
My head be in a new time zone
Been tellin' you niggas they let me out
Never gave a chance I feel like a dried bone
F*ck crime scenes I'm after a milestone
Move wrong gotta break a brone
Ain't gotta say that I'm like that
Got a few with ne that really can vouch that
No tennis court but I need racks
However you want
Just know that I'm breakin' that
If we fell off then it's cool
I should've been knew how you felt
I never complained got on my shit
And played the cards that's really dealt
Blowing za no MC Hammer shit
Watch how you play
Cause know you can get nailed
So turnt up it really don't make sense
But I'm on guard, no defense
Say you gotta slip off, shit gettin' tense
Never bitch, gotta take my lick
Watch how you play, before you be a lick
Hit the gas, no green light
Cause all of my niggas they be on go
No razor blade, how I'm cuttin' up
No .38 with a 9 like Rondo
I'm not the one, I really be playin' slow
No NFL, on my way to the end zone
Back on they ass
And you know that I'm doin' that bad
Stick on me why you ask why the pants sag
Talk shit, but I can back it up
Say you for the keyboard
I see what you runnin' for
I never gave a f*ck
Chasing that green, no Milwaukee Bucks
Gas smell like a skunk, roll with it
Put it in the trunk
Vibe off, gotta get the f*ck
Say I feel cursed, really out of luck
Tryna sit right, but I lean like double cups
That card pullin' ain't with that
You gotta know that it's really up
On the move, ain't slowin' down
F*ckin' up shit when I come around
And know that a young nigga blowin' loud
Hit the gas, no green light
Cause all of my niggas they be on go
No razor blade, I'm cuttin' up
No .38 with a 9 like Rondo
I'm not the one, I really be playin' slow
No NFL, I'm on my way to the end zone
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Hit the gas no green light
Cause all of my niggas they be on go
No razor blade how I'm cuttin' up
No .38 with a 9 like Rondo
I'm not the one I really be playin' slow
No NFL on my way to the end zone
Never alone I stay with the chrome
Never know what niggas really on
Can't lie I really be zoned out
My head be in a new time zone
Been tellin' you niggas they let me out
Never gave a chance I feel like a dried bone
F*ck crime scenes I'm after a milestone
Move wrong gotta break a brone
Ain't gotta say that I'm like that
Got a few with ne that really can vouch that
No tennis court but I need racks
However you want
Just know that I'm breakin' that
If we fell off then it's cool
I should've been knew how you felt
I never complained got on my shit
And played the cards that's really dealt
Blowing za no MC Hammer shit
Watch how you play
Cause know you can get nailed
So turnt up it really don't make sense
But I'm on guard, no defense
Say you gotta slip off, shit gettin' tense
Never bitch, gotta take my lick
Watch how you play, before you be a lick
Hit the gas, no green light
Cause all of my niggas they be on go
No razor blade, how I'm cuttin' up
No .38 with a 9 like Rondo
I'm not the one, I really be playin' slow
No NFL, on my way to the end zone
Back on they ass
And you know that I'm doin' that bad
Stick on me why you ask why the pants sag
Talk shit, but I can back it up
Say you for the keyboard
I see what you runnin' for
I never gave a f*ck
Chasing that green, no Milwaukee Bucks
Gas smell like a skunk, roll with it
Put it in the trunk
Vibe off, gotta get the f*ck
Say I feel cursed, really out of luck
Tryna sit right, but I lean like double cups
That card pullin' ain't with that
You gotta know that it's really up
On the move, ain't slowin' down
F*ckin' up shit when I come around
And know that a young nigga blowin' loud
Hit the gas, no green light
Cause all of my niggas they be on go
No razor blade, I'm cuttin' up
No .38 with a 9 like Rondo
I'm not the one, I really be playin' slow
No NFL, I'm on my way to the end zone
Cause all of my niggas they be on go
No razor blade how I'm cuttin' up
No .38 with a 9 like Rondo
I'm not the one I really be playin' slow
No NFL on my way to the end zone
Never alone I stay with the chrome
Never know what niggas really on
Can't lie I really be zoned out
My head be in a new time zone
Been tellin' you niggas they let me out
Never gave a chance I feel like a dried bone
F*ck crime scenes I'm after a milestone
Move wrong gotta break a brone
Ain't gotta say that I'm like that
Got a few with ne that really can vouch that
No tennis court but I need racks
However you want
Just know that I'm breakin' that
If we fell off then it's cool
I should've been knew how you felt
I never complained got on my shit
And played the cards that's really dealt
Blowing za no MC Hammer shit
Watch how you play
Cause know you can get nailed
So turnt up it really don't make sense
But I'm on guard, no defense
Say you gotta slip off, shit gettin' tense
Never bitch, gotta take my lick
Watch how you play, before you be a lick
Hit the gas, no green light
Cause all of my niggas they be on go
No razor blade, how I'm cuttin' up
No .38 with a 9 like Rondo
I'm not the one, I really be playin' slow
No NFL, on my way to the end zone
Back on they ass
And you know that I'm doin' that bad
Stick on me why you ask why the pants sag
Talk shit, but I can back it up
Say you for the keyboard
I see what you runnin' for
I never gave a f*ck
Chasing that green, no Milwaukee Bucks
Gas smell like a skunk, roll with it
Put it in the trunk
Vibe off, gotta get the f*ck
Say I feel cursed, really out of luck
Tryna sit right, but I lean like double cups
That card pullin' ain't with that
You gotta know that it's really up
On the move, ain't slowin' down
F*ckin' up shit when I come around
And know that a young nigga blowin' loud
Hit the gas, no green light
Cause all of my niggas they be on go
No razor blade, I'm cuttin' up
No .38 with a 9 like Rondo
I'm not the one, I really be playin' slow
No NFL, I'm on my way to the end zone
Writer: Bryant Anderson Jr
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid