Fill Up Lyrics

Gross God

Ay, yeah, ay, yeah, ay, yeah

Uh, ay, look, fill up a trunk and get back on the road

Ran up a sack, bought a strap with the lows

Fuck up a track, now I'm back in that mode

I send a hit if he text for the bows

Soon as it hit, bet the pack getting sold

I call the blitz every time I score

Za getting lit every time I smoke

Ay, look, fill up a trunk and get back on the road

Ran up a sack, bought a strap with the lows

Fuck up a track, now I'm back in that mode

I send a hit if he text for the bows

Soon as it hit, bet the pack getting sold

I call the blitz every time I score

Za getting lit every time I smoke

Hell nah, nigga, I ain't going back broke

Stacking up chips, used to miss all the meals

Rolling up woods, I'll piss off a mill

Shout out my dawg, getting rich off of pills

Ay, look, rolling through the hood, bitch

This how we live, if the head ain't good, bitch

Get out the crib when you going this dumb can't trip off a deal

Ay, look, fill up a safe and get back to the cheese

Hit from the back, now she back to her knees

Youngin' attack if he tax for the P's

Ay, look, if she ain't fucking, don't waste my time

If it ain't money, don't hit my line

They know the trap gon' jump like Ja

Ay, look, fill up a trunk and get back on the road

Ran up a sack, bought a strap with the lows

Fuck up a track, now I'm back in that mode

I send a hit if he text for the bows

Soon as it hit, bet the pack getting sold

I call the blitz every time I score

Za getting lit every time I smoke

Hell nah, nigga, I ain't going back broke

Yeah, look, fill up a trunk and get back on the road

Ran up a sack, bought a strap with the lows

Fuck up a track, now I'm back in that mode

I send a hit if he text for the bows

Soon as it hit, bet the pack getting sold

I call the blitz every time I score

Za getting lit every time I smoke

Hell nah, nigga, ain't going back broke