Hit the Gas

Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Riff Raff] Pulled up in a foreign Mango orange Worldwide touring Your life so boring (x2) [Chorus: Riff Raff] Imma hit the gas (x16) [Verse 1: Riff Raff] I'm smokin' on gas He smokin' on trash From the first to the last I'm countin' up cash I'm rockin' this Rollie You flexin' that phony You act like you know me But we ain't homies [Pre-Chorus: Riff Raff] Pulled up in a foreign Mango orange Worldwide touring Your life so boring (x2) [Chorus: Riff Raff] Imma hit the gas (x16) [Verse 2: Adamn Killa] Foreign everything, floral double G Wake up make the racks in and out repeat Make it in my sleep I got the recipe Niggas talk a lot but man talk is cheap Rivieras on my feet you can't even buy these I do what I please, I do what I please I don't sit check, I sit back I got money I might get fat I make more than your old ass Bitch my pockets on that old ass If it's money I need more of that For that talking let's make more racks [Chorus: Riff Raff] Imma hit the gas (x16) [Verse 3: DJ Afterthought] Yeah, uhh Purp pressed like clockwork Codeine stains on her Versace miniskirt Don Lucas on the 3rd and the 1st Accidentally spilled too much syrup, my squirt Dirt on my shirt to prove that I put in work So many haters, too many papers Bought 'em a lam as an icebreaker [Chorus: Riff Raff] Imma hit the gas (x16)