Stompin da Gas

[Intro]
Solo Ona Track

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, I took my foot off the brake (Takeoff), now we ain't havin' no breaks (No breaks)
I really don't care what you say (Nah), no, I'ma do it my way
Now I got to live my life like every day a Friday
Drivin' in a Ferra-rari on the fuckin' highway (Skrrt)

[Chorus]
Stompin' the gas, stompin' the gas, stompin' the gas, stompin' the gas
Stompin' the motor right outta this bitch, I'ma do every number that sit on the dash
Niggas hatin' from the side, I see the look on their face, they mad
If you try one of my niggas, we gon' come with them sticks to your ass
I'm stompin' the gas, stompin' the gas, stompin' the gas, stompin' the gas
Stompin' the motor right out this bitch, I'ma do every number that's on this dash
Now I got to live my life like every day a Friday
Flyin' in a 'Ra-Ra-Rari, fuckin' up the highway (Skrrt)

[Verse 1]
Stuff a Backwood with the gas (Dope), we really be talkin' the cash (Woah)
They livin' their life in the past (They know it), but my whole life is a swag (Woah)
I used to have a lil' stash (Huh?), I used to dip in my stash (No)
Come this time around, I don't even look at my stash, nah
We took the work, then we ran off (Skrrt), cut through the route, then we smashed off (Skrrt)
Servin' that dope, I was hands-on, [?]
Remember they ain't fuck with me? I can't see them, hell yeah, I'm gone
High off life, I'm in my zone, hoes callin' my cell phone
I don't answer like, "Hell nah," told mama, "Won't fail y'all"
Blood 'nem on that jailyard, still answer them jail calls (Brrt)
Ain't nothin' like these pussy niggas, the Fundz, he can't fell off
Hoppin' that shit, it wasn't steep, nah, hop in the Jeep, then skeet off (Skrrt)
I can't forget those days (I can't), every day used to be a bad day
I had to turn my trap up (Trapway), now we don't look back that way (For real)
Yeah, used to be a crook back that day (Huh?)
Run them bands up that way, from New York down to LA (Ayy)

[Chorus]
Stompin' the gas, stompin' the gas (Ayy), stompin' the gas, stompin' the gas (Ayy)
Stompin' the motor right outta this bitch, I'ma do every number that sit on the dash
Niggas hatin' from the side (You see 'em?), I see the look on their face, they mad (They fake)
If you try one of my niggas, we gon' come with them sticks to your ass (Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo)
I'm stompin' the gas, stompin' the gas, stompin' the gas, stompin' the gas
Stompin' the motor right out this bitch, I'ma do every number that's on this dash (Skrrt)
Now I got to live my life like every day a Friday (Every day)
Flyin' in a 'Ra-Ra-Rari, fuckin' up the highway (Let's get it)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, fuckin' it up, fuckin' it up, fuckin' it up (Fuckin' it up)
Yeah, gang showin' a bag, she bustin' it open, then fuckin' it up (Them racks, yeah)
Ooh, I got two cards, vacuum and seal, stuffin' 'em up
Nigga try his luck, barbershop, touch him up, ayy
You know where I'm from, out West, yeah, the fuckin' slums (Chiraq)
I used to serve the bums back when I was young (Hustlin')
I'm goin' dumb, droppin' bombs with some Balmain's
And the turbans, throwin' gas in a [?], woah (Woo)
You know how I like my door, closed
Neck, chain, and ear froze
In the club, throwin' hollows (Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo)
I ain't throwin' no fuckin' bows
You don't fuck with me, remember?
Yeah, don't act like you don't know
Ain't shit changin', but my clothes
And all the places that I go

[Pre-Chorus]
I took my foot off the brake (Brake), now we ain't havin' no breaks (Nah)
I really don't care what you say (Nah), no, I'ma do it my way (Yeah)
Now I got to live my life like every day a Friday (Yeah)
Drivin' in a Ferra-rari on the fuckin' highway (Skrrt)

[Chorus]
Stompin' the gas, stompin' the gas, stompin' the gas, stompin' the gas
Stompin' the motor right outta this bitch, I'ma do every number that sit on the dash
Niggas hatin' from the side, I see the look on their face, they mad
If you try one of my niggas, we gon' come with them sticks to your ass
I'm stompin' the gas, stompin' the gas, stompin' the gas, stompin' the gas
Stompin' the motor right out this bitch, I'ma do every number that's on this dash
Now I got to live my life like every day a Friday
Flyin' in a 'Ra-Ra-Rari, fuckin' up the highway

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Fuckin' highway), ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah