Gas. Brake. Lyrics
I’m like the stars and Mars and Kallati (Yeah)
I’m like the big bang, lil’ bitch, I’m like two atoms
I’m like the big bang, lil’ bitch, I’m like two atoms
He think he the one, I probably sent two at ’em (Skrrt, Lil Uzi)
Yes, we got guns, we definitely gon’ shoot at ’em
Swear she gon’ throw that lil’ belt and the boot at ’em
Bitch, I’m a star, I charge you like two atoms (One, two, three, woo)
Bitch, I’m a star, I charge you like two atoms
Gas, brakes
Cartier crashed the face (Yeah)
Name in my phone, she ain’t saved, huh (No)
Already smashed your bae (Lil Uzi)
Percocet all in my face, huh (Woah)
I’m ’bout to blast away (Woah)
She just pulled up with her new body
She is my plaster bae (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
When I be out of town, yeah, she gonna masturbate (Woah)
Yeah, I don’t want no pussy from side, just smash her face (Yes)
Woah, I put some money aside, like tax rebate
Yeah, the model everybody hit, bet somebody smashed her plate (Beep)
Huh? Oh, bae, yeah, she on Anne Hathaway, yeah (Woah)
I’m tryna go by myself on an island, I’m just on that castaway (Let’s go)
Why they tryna tap on my shoulder? Yeah (Why they tryna tap on my shoulder?)
I told her come right on over, yeah (I told her come right on over)
I went BP on the Roller, yeah (I went BP on the Roller)
What’s MP3? They not waiting, have Rover (Yeah, yeah)
Wasn’t for millions, I wouldn’t have chauffeur
Wasn’t for what, then I wouldn’t be choker (Yeah, woah)
Most of these niggas, I swear they be bogus (Yeah)
Skinny jean pockets, they fit in Ford Focus (Huh?)
Diamonds real big on the boat like a token
Niggas be talkin’, they rats, so can’t note it (Let’s go)
Leave his body in the Schuylkill he floatin’
Shotgun, your ARP don’t got no holster (Brrt)
So many bitches, I had to make a roster
Prada on my jersey, I feel like a Rasta (Let’s go)
Knockin’ niggas out, I feel like a boxer
I got my shit in control like a mobster (Yeah)
I know the money, it rule all the power (Huh? What?)
Opps in exotic, boy, hit like some sour
Opp bitch get out after like only an hour
Kill that lil’ bitch, she got dropped in two hours (Woah)
Gas, brakes (Huh, brakes)
Cartier crashed the face (Yeah)
Name in my phone, she ain’t saved (No)
Already smashed your bae (Lil Uzi)
Percocet all in my face, huh (Woah)
I’m ’bout to blast away (Woah)
She just pulled up with her new body
She is my plaster bae (Doo-doo-doo-doo; woah)
Gas, brakes (Huh, brakes)
Cartier crashed the face (Yeah)
Name in my phone, she ain’t saved, huh (No)
Already smashed your bae (Lil Uzi)
Percocet all in my face, huh (Woah)
I’m ’bout to blast away (Woah)
She just pulled up with her new body
She is my plaster bae (Doo-doo-doo-doo; woah)
Yeah, yeah
She just got her a new body
Poppin’, I’m knowin’ like nobody knew ’bout it (She just)
She actin’ like that she don’t got no new mileage
Pussy so deep, you could pipe a lil’ flute out it
I just spent probably like too much on two diamonds (Woah)
My lil’ bitch hate cameras, oh my God, too homage (Huh? What?)
I throw the B up, you can’t take the bool out ’em (Yeah, yeah)
I be still geeked up, you can’t take the bool out ’em (Lil Uzi)
I’m out this bitch and my body, I’m too out it (Let’s go)
I’m like the stars and Mars and Kallati (Yeah)
I’m like the big bang, lil’ bitch, I’m like two atoms
I’m like the big bang, lil’ bitch, I’m like two atoms
He think he the one, I probably send two at ’em
Yes, we got guns, we def’ gon’ shoot at ’em
Swear she gon’ throw that lil’ belt and the boot at ’em
Bitch, I’m a star, I told you like two atoms
Bitch, I’m a star, I told you like two atoms
