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Larry June

Gas Station Run

 

Gas Station Run

(album: Into The Late Night - 2021)


Ay ay ay ay ay
You know
Bouncing out at the gas station and shit
Lambos and Raris
We can't make this shit up nigga, yaw mean?
Cardo, what's happenin'?
Into the late night, straight up
Numbers, ay ay ay ay

Fifty on three, ninety one when I'm pumping
It's Friday night, and the blade is jumping
She put it in my hand now I'm smoking and I'm thumbing
If she ain't cashing out then she gotta do something
Bounced out, parking lot pimp, motor running
Siding on me chunky, 'case a nigga try something
I'on't give a fuck about your motherfucking politics
Get up off your ass lil' nigga make something
Money on my motherfucking mind while I'm sliding
Cardo hit my phone like, when the fuck we drivin'?
I said off top, hit the left, perfect timing
I was in the go club in the city, rocking diamonds
Locked eye with her, and I knocked fasho
Said she just like to dance she don't like to hoe
I said cool, take a nigga number and hit me
The next week she was sliding in my black six fifty
What's happenin'?
You know I'm saying
Money counters and shit, doing numbers
Ay ay ay ay ay (Good job)
Late night cruising you know I mean?
Something [?] with me too (Yes lord)
Ay you know she gon' do numbers nigga (Good Job)
Ay ay ay ay ay

I was just gon' do one verse
But fuck it, I hit this weed
I'm in LA with Snoop, Texas with bomb bitch
Screaming R.I.P. Pimp C (Pimp C)
I'm a fresh ass nigga with a whole lotta game
Goyard backpack, hopping off the plane
If Ion't do nothing bitch I'ma get paid
Hold on, let me wipe the dust off my shades
Moving grooving dipping sliding
What a time, but I'm getting head on a island
You're beautiful, gorgeous, ooh, styling (Ay ay ay)
Back shots, hoo, wyling
1 whip, 2 whip, 3, can't decide
Hold on, wood grain wheel when I'm riding (Ridin')
Don't check me bitch check that mileage (Mileage)
Certified mack in this motherfucka vibing

What's happening
Ay ay ay ay ay
Touch screen toasters and shit
(Good job Larry)
Know that's regular and shit know what I mean?
Told that bitch whip it up quick you know I mean I got shit to do
Ay ay ay
Numbers, with yo' sexy ass
Know I love it when you do that (Good job)
Numbers
Ay ay ay ay ay
Ay ay ay ay ay
Yeehee, Cardo
Into the late night into the late night
Yeah ay, Shh Shh
What's happening, yeehee
TFM, yes lord, shh, shh, shh

done

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