Gassed Up!

(альбом: Members Only, Vol. 4 - 2019)

[XXXTENTACION:]
T-t-to Bass be the glory
Okay, am I smoking out? Ayy, ayy, huh

I'm so gassed up (Uh), I'm so gassed up (Uh)
I'm so gassed up (Uh), so gassed up
I'm so gassed up (Uh), so gassed up
I'm so gassed up (Uh, okay), gassed up

[Flyboy Tarantino {KiD TRUNKS}:]
One take, Timmy (One take)
I hit with no jammy (I hit with no jammy)
They don't feel me
Whipped my dick out, she like, "Give me" (She like, "Give me")
Burnt rubber, fat motherfucker
Niggas hating, boy, you lame
Pillow talking, undercover (Undercover)
If you could take my bitch, then I can't love her (Oh, no)
Peanut butter, chocolate cover, I can't trust her (I can't trust her)
Google me, I'm something, came from nothing (Okay, {ayy, gling, gling, gling})
I'm so gassed up {Gling gling}, told my lil' bih call when she coming {Gling, gling}

[KiD TRUNKS:]
She so gassed up
She give top with mask off (Gling, gling)
Foam on my dick like bath salt
She at my show, that's your fault (Gling, gling, gling, gling)
Six charms at the back of the tour bus (Gling)
We at the top of the food chain (Gling)
Kicking shit you can call me Liu Kang
VVS, white gold my new chain (Gling, gling, gling, gling)
Running up to the bag like Usain
She don't wanna know 'bout the group name
All about the bag for the damn fame
You broke, that's a fact; that's a damn shame (Gling, gling, gling)
I'm so gassed up, I can't do nothing about it (Gling, gling)
If you passed up, don't hit my phone or talk about it, okay
(Gling, gling, gling)

[XXXTENTACION:]
I'm so gassed up (Uh), I'm so gassed up (Uh)
I'm so gassed up (Uh), so gassed up
I'm so gassed up (Uh), so gassed up
I'm so gassed up (Uh, okay), gassed up

[Kin$oul:]
Yeah, I'm so gassed up, gassed up, gassed up (Gas)
Please don't hit me up if you ain't tryna match, bruh (What?)
Ed Edd Eddy kush, smoking on the jawbreakers, yeah (Ooh)
Fuck the police, bitch, I'm a lawbreaker, yeah
Always smoking fire like I'm always shooting nines (Ooh)
Money on my mind, so I can't waste time (What?)
Hit the door, foaming out my mouth, I ate some soul food
Wu-Tang ho, fuck it, I'ma blow me down an O

[Bass Santana:]
I can't hit your shit, ain't no grabba in your paper, uh-uh
I need me a spliff bitch, I ain't smoking no vapor, uh-uh
If it ain't 'bout bags, keep your two cents (Keep your two cents)
Drop top the coupe, make the roof split (Make the roof split)
Ayy, I'm your noisy neighbor, yuh
My dawg got off papers, yuh
I just got 'em faded, yuh
Off different flavors, bitch
Baby mama's blazing ya (Huh)
Put your bitch in labor, yuh
KiD TRUNKS, that's my Asian, yuh (Wait)
Wait, don't fuck around with jit
I just bust a pack and hit the Backwood
I might blackout on a bitch (Woah)
Jealousy could eat you up alive
Just focus on the lane you in (Woah)
Blunted up and count it up
I lose my mind but always seem to win (Woah)
I'm so fucking gassed up
Blow the kush and fade away again (Bitch)

[XXXTENTACION:]
I'm so gassed up (Uh), I'm so gassed up (Uh)
I'm so gassed up (Uh), so gassed up
I'm so gassed up (Uh), so gassed up
I'm so gassed up (Uh, okay), gassed up (Gassed up)

Gassed up, hey, I'm so gassed up, hey
Smoking blows onto my face, I'm so damn stuck, ayy
Gassed up, hey, I'm so gassed up, hey
Smoking blows onto my face, I'm so damn stuck, ayy