HIT THE GAS ft. Tokes & C.M.S Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Ayy, hit the gas, hit the gas ayy
Hit the gas, hit the gas ayy
Hit the gas, hit the gas
Hit the gas ayy, ayy, hit the gas
Ayy, hold up, slow down, it's been a minute
They been waiting me to drop, like I got a golden ticket
They been waiting me to drop, bout this whole time
Car next to me bump my old songs, that's a cosign
Called St. Mark, only thing I said was showtime
We been working ot, but you thought it was part-time
Cole, you know it's grind time, Cole, you know it's our time
I call my people up, had to let them know it's go time
Go time, go time, got a lot up on my line
Cause the money and the fame, and the bitches keep dialing
But I don't give a fuck, light a joint and I decline that
Polish up the whip and grab your bitch run up the mileage
Spent a lot of time, tryna find out when my time is
Then I figured out, motherfucker, I'm timeless
Nah really, cause your bitch told it to me
Cause she really fucking with me, got her screaming go Joey, go Joey
Like we at a green light How we dippin', outta sight
Make a wave, I just mighta know you like it, like it
Got your head bopping, foot tapping, get you dancing
Bass Bumpin' snare, clapping with your hearing, St. Mark in action
And for me, I do the rapping, and together, doing damage
We the ones who make it happen, pretty soon, we causin havoc
When you listen to this shit, you better raise your fucking standards
I am not another shill lame ass motherfuckin rapper, bitch, I'm Mayo
Hit the gas, hit the gas, ayy
I'm just cool living life up in the fast lane
Pedal to the metal, hit the gas, throw 150 onna dash
I'm just praying, and I'm hoping pray to God that I don't crash
Hit the gas, hit the gas, ayy
I'm just cool living life up in the fast lane
Pedal to the metal, hit the gas, throw 150 onna dash
I'm just praying, and I'm hoping pray to God that I don't crash
Ayy, got the type of aura, if you vibin', you feel it
And you can feel my energy when I walk in the building
She do a whisper to her friend, to let her know I'm up in
And then I give a little grin, I think I'm at it again
On my pimp shit the real shit, I made the city feel this
And if you got a camera, you gon' probably wanna film this
Cause Yo the king is back, motherfucka spazzin' on the track
Get your ass smacked, askin' if I still rap, you a bitch boy
Take a hit from the bong, now I'm gone now
If you on top, know you bout to fall down
Get it poppin' all of a sudden till you calm down
And nobody even know who you are now
I ain't trippin' cause I'm in it for the long haul
Get the city jumpin', only need one phone call
Got ten bad bitches and they waitin' for the encore
Keep the music bumpin', everybody say they want more
Do the dash, hit the gas when I roll past
Never comin' with some fake shit, you know that
We ain't fuckin' with nobody with no stats
Only know to keep it solid and talk facts
Yeah, baby, so stylish Look at me, super clean, need no stylist
Drop a dime on a nick if he gon' be wildin
Independent pics only shit, I be signin
Ooooo
Yeah they love how I be ridin
Real ones in this bitch and we know how to keep em vibin
Why the fuck he hatin Probably cause his shit ain't poppin
Nothin' but the gas every time this shit be droppin
On the beat and I be comin' with some smooth shit
No bullshit, they lovin' how we do shit
True shit, you wanna know what the truth is
Tokes n Mayo fuckin flowin like some Cool-Whip, bitch
Hit the gas, hit the gas, ayy
I'm just cool living life up in the fast lane
Pedal to the metal, hit the gas, throw 150 onna dash
I'm just praying, and I'm hoping pray to God that I don't crash
Hit the gas, hit the gas, ayy
I'm just cool living life up in the fast lane
Pedal to the metal, hit the gas, throw 150 onna dash
I'm just praying, and I'm hoping pray to God that I don't crash