i hit the gas and go Lyrics

I was down bad you ain't know how it felt

No, you ain't know how I felt

Dropped everything and put you on the shelf

Look at me all by myself

They ain't knew what I did

Work till the morning I ain't new to this shit

Huh, oh you cool with the kid?

All that lil talking, I'll prove you the bitch

Looking back what a shithole, yeah

Body bags they ain't miss hoe

P-pots and pots cooking Crisco

Through all of that you still the bitch though

Through all of that I never switched though

Through all of that I still wished though

Through all of that you still pissed though

Cause my wrist flooded like some piss though

I hit the gas and go, I hit the gas and go

Run from my problems I know

I pour the pain in a four, yeah

I pour the pain styrofoam, huh

Run from my problems I know, yeah

Run from my problems I know

I pour the pain in a four, yeah

I hit the gas and go, I hit the gas and go

Run from my problems I know

I pour the pain in a four, yeah

I pour the pain styrofoam, huh

Run from my problems I know, yeah

Run from my problems, I know

I pour the pain in a four, yeah

I hit the gas and go, I hit the gas and go

Run from my problems I know

I pour the pain in a four, yeah

I pour the pain styrofoam, huh

Run from my problems I know, yeah

Run from my problems, I know

I pour the pain in a four, yeah

I pour the pain styrofoam

I put the bullshit to past

I put my bullshit and pride to the side, how'd I end up in last?

Late nights we would drive around town, yeah I know we moved too fast

No new friends but you out and about, why you gotta do me like that?

I bent my knee like I'm Tebow

I love how you do it that deep-throat

F-fuck it I'll fly you to Heathrow

If that pussy keep talking this heat blow

I ain't the same Trav as from before

Yeah the pain hit my soul got a weak core

I bought you that Louis V decor

What the fuck did you spend a whole week for?

Turn it upside shake the room

Fuck a L, never lose

Seeing red seeing the blue

Kamikaze in the coupe, yeah

See us acting ruthless

Durags up in Ruth Chris

I know they ain't knew this

Pop out with my new bitch

(Pop out with my new bitch)

(Pop out with my new bitch)

(Pop out with my new bitch)

(Pop out with my new bitch)

Go, I hit the gas and go, huh

Run from my problems I know

I pour the pain in a four, yeah

I pour the pain styrofoam, huh

Run from my problems I know, yeah

Run from my problems I know

I pour the pain in a four, yeah

I pour the pain styrofoam, huh

Run from my problems I know, yeah

Run from my problems I know

I pour the pain in a four, yeah

I pour the pain styrofoam

Rolling snake eyes, know the stakes high

I can't double back, I can't waste time

Need my money like waist high

Know I need the money like a bass line

Shaking ass on my FaceTime if we shake him down we can't face time

Play the cards gotta' take nine, know I need it now I gotta' take mine