My Uber Gassin’

[Intro]
Oh, East?
I thought you said Weest

[Chorus: Maqel]
You ain't really love me, you was gassin' it
So I had to get the bag to put the racks in it
Now, whenever I pull up, I'm with the baddest bitch
I swear to God, she's so fine, on that classy shit
Go ahead, do your dance, do your dance
Turnin' up, and I feel like the man
Why you made if your girl is a fan?
Did it once just to do it again

[Verse 1: Maqel]
Now, when she blow my phone, I don't text her (Ayy)
And you gettin' way too close, I could measure (Ayy)
Got to get this shit now or it's never
It she beggin' to leave, why don't you let her?
Why you mad? 'Cause I got it on my own? (Ayy)
Say you love me, but I know that you don't (Ayy)
Never thought it was enough, I need some more (Ayy)
When they see me, then they face stuck on froze, yeah (Ayy)
I'ma just keep going, count these racks (Ayy, yuh)
She just like the way a nigga rap (Ayy, yuh)
When she hear this, she gon' play it back (Ayy, yuh)
Can't hear what you sayin', I cound stacks (Ayy, yuh)
I might have to do you, watch how I maneuver
I just left your bitch house, she paid for my Uber
I just got the ask you, "Can you tell me what you doin'?"
I guess that you stupid, or were you really clueless? Yeah

[Chorus: Maqel & Mando]
You ain't really love me, you was gassin' it
So I had to get the bag to put the racks in it
Now, whenever I pull up, I'm with the baddest bitch
I swear to God, she's so fine, on that classy shit
Go ahead, do your dance, do your dance
Turnin' up, and I feel like the man
Why you made if your girl is a fan?
Did it once just to do it again (Mmm)

[Verse 2: Mando]
Yeah, she want me, she want us
We don't care
We want lust, we want some
So throw it here
Same things that I tend to hear
But if you really that scared
There's just no need to fear, and, uh
What you thought was never gonna happen, so
All I want is my dream to just be lavish, though
Late night, girls be doin' they dance, so
Later I watch how she unbuckle my pants (Oh)

[Chorus: Maqel]
You ain't really love me, you was gassin' it
So I had to get the bag to put the racks in it
Now, whenever I pull up, I'm with the baddest bitch
I swear to God, she's so fine, on that classy shit
Go ahead, do your dance, do your dance
Turnin' up, and I feel like the man
Why you made if your girl is a fan?
Did it once just to do it again