FOOT ON THE GAS ft. RICKY DASH Lyrics

Hanging out the window riding in the streets

The police can't catch up to me because I'm gone

I got my foot on the gas

My rear view shows me left em' in the past

I'm getting cash and y'all mad but I'm gone

Got my foot on the gas

Hanging out the window riding in the streets

The police can't catch up to me because I'm gone

I got my foot on the gas

My rear view shows me left em' in the past

I'm getting cash and y'all mad but I'm gone

With my foot on the gas

I'm standing out and they looking

My chance came so I took it

Can't man up, use a pussy

If you not with it, keep it pushing My team on so they talking shit

Got a big body, I'm flossing it

Real street nigga made her walk the strip

Real talk, I had her walk the strip

Loyalty can take you far in life

No more schedule, everything on site

To a iphone from a Metro, full tank of gas baby

Let's go

I used to sit up on my ass and watch cash travel through hands

Now I grind hard while accumulating a brilliant master plan

These random bitches be all in the nigga face

And I'm in my mind like all I want is face

Swag away in Jordan 8's

Ricky Dash, Cola Kash and traffic blowing good cake

Just catch me if she can

Haha, I'm saying already look

Hanging out the window riding in the streets

The police can't catch up to me because I'm gone

I got my foot on the gas

My rear view shows me left em' in the past

I'm getting cash and y'all mad but I'm gone

Got my foot on the gas

Hanging out the window riding in the streets

The police can't catch up to me because I'm gone

I got my foot on the gas

My rear view shows me left em' in the past

I'm getting cash and y'all mad but I'm gone

With my foot on the gas

I just do it for my niggas

We're thick and we getting bigger

Then life is just right

I'm shining in limelight

M.O.B. that mob light

Fuck a sucker, ducking undercovers

Know we got bricks, looking for under covers

Pick in the blanket, pop some bars

Niggas ain't thanking, blinking off

Muzzle off, missile fire, muzzle talk

Bitches love me, buzz them hard

Niggas bitches pull they cars

Soul music and repping for all my niggas

Ride around with my killers

Dodging gold digging bitches

My niggas painting these pictures

We make it vivid like scriptures

It was scripted, no, niggas was just gifted

Five drug minimum bitch, we so lifted

Hanging out the window riding in the streets

The police can't catch up to me because I'm gone

I got my foot on the gas

My rear view shows me left em' in the past

I'm getting cash and y'all mad but I'm gone

Got my foot on the gas

Hanging out the window riding in the streets

The police can't catch up to me because I'm gone

I got my foot on the gas

My rear view shows me left em' in the past

I'm getting cash and y'all mad but I'm gone

With my foot on the gas

I got your girl talking nasty in my ear

You don't even know it

Told the twins in Showtime like this our year

You don't even know it

Know some trappers make dope dealing in the career

You don't even know it

I got six thousand dollar stashed inside a Sears

Had that talk with E-Monk and Lil' Louie

Put me on a mission

Hooked up with Lil' B-Rock and got rid of them juices

Like, look man, I'm grinding hard, ain't no excuses, I'm getting it

And I'm hands on with this beef

So don't ever get it twisted

KSB is in effect and we gon' earn your respect

If you don't show it then they coming with them choppers to your neck

The only languages I'm speaking

It's real shit, my mind & English

Send my patriots through and they ain't from New England

They beating ass for whatever reason

Just suck me up or a nigga leaving

They sold me dreams so I stopped believing

I'm on so they hot, upset, and steaming

I'm protoplast don't start thieving

Motherfucka