Kid Ink
Kid Ink - Gassed Up lyrics
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[Intro:] One big chain, but it feel like two, though Big-ass whip, they don’t make it in a two-door Two big blunts to the head like a tumor Steady laughing to the bank, bitch, I’ve got a lot of humor [Hook:] I see you gassed up – don’t be a hype beast Look around, niggas dressed just like me I pull the same hoes in a white tee Shine bright, diamonds need a fucking ice tray [Verse:] Eyesight gone, I’m a fucking liability Life been a bitch since I took that hoe’s virginity I lost my emotions, can’t find sympathy High off life and can’t nobody intervene Bitch, I’m blowing up like ap chemistry Feeling like a menace since I went in on my enemies I never gave a fuck ‘bout a sucker nigga anyway The heat on the dresser, still tryna find my… Naw, you don’t wanna see me ugly, my inner beast R.I.P. The club, in loving memory Wake up in the morning and I can’t remember anything Probably shouldn’t have drank with my stomach so empty Shit, I’m wilding – see it in my face See the keys? If it drop, you should get up out the way Man, I’m sitting on the world, looking into outer space Sitting in the Range squares got me feeling out of shape It’s Alumni, bitch, know I’m repping to the grave Atm, pull the pin out like a grenade And money rain all on that ass like a bidet It’s back, gangbang, got ‘em throwin’ up that ok All up in your face, in your face like “ole” I’m just getting started, but the game is fucking over Hit you with that 5, baby, right up off the stovetop Meet me at the Shell, Mobil or the Chevron, bitch [Hook:] I see you gassed up – don’t be a hype beast Look around, niggas dressed just like me I pull the same hoes in a white tee Shine bright, diamonds need a fucking ice tray [Verse 2:] I say Swaggershipshawty, Kid Ink, baby, ki Call me by my name, but don’t call me in the daytime I don’t really skate, but I got these bitches in line All you niggas thought I would’ve changed when the deal signed Up all night, take a look into my pale eyes Gotta keep it G ‘til my motherfucking demise Whoop it, whoop it hard, can’t park this hoe ‘Bout to buy a crib, babysit department store I ain’t scared of nobody, and I don’t know no other way Them dudes you with is nobody, we shutting down the vip Table full of baddies, bunch of Rihanna and Beyonces Maker played his cards right, all I got is Ace Of Spades Back to hit a home run, bases loaded, safe to say I been fuckin’ on one, you just finally seen the day