Mash On The Pedal ft. Chefwithdaleft Lyrics

Huh, gang

Anytime I hear some shit like this

Nigga just gotta put some shades on

I don't give a fuck, I'm in the club, in the house

I'm just cool like that

Never made the NBA, but the city 38

You ain't got no motion, just rappin' about some better days

Nickel down, hustle too little, now I got better plays

If you scared then go to church, ain't nothin' wrong to pray

VVS and goals, be these new niggas goals

I swerve around a hoe like a hole on the road

Got niggas that ain't never make it home from the store

If we gettin' on that drink, gotta watch how much I pour

Okay, shawty, get me right, cruise the city in the night

Can't be lackin' at no light, so I bust another right

Niggas gamble with they life, I won't crap out on no dice

Tell me what the fuck an oxtail is without no rice

Just left the reggae bar, my movie rated R

My music play in cars, ain't tryna take your broad

Gotta know your way back, don't care where you are

It's somethin' fishy round, cause it smell like caviar

When you think it's over,

It's some things that get better

Streets be turnin' colder,

Keep my heat in any weather

Money bring me closer,

Just another nigga from the ghetto

It was nice to know ya,

Now I gotta mash on the pedal

Chef with it, bitch, so what the fuck is up

Sherbert Cookie in the blunt, and you know I keep a cup

Sparkin' in the studio, you know what I do

And I know you call her babe, but I fuck on your boo

She was lookin', chef with it, big plate, steady cookin

Call the duty on me, yeah, I'm never lackin

Del State 104, I was trappin

Now I'm blunt, blowin' temper, weather hittin

Two college hoes, lip lock kissin

Sparkin' Chatspeak, all the hoes listen

Clear water, smokin' gas like a rasta

Surf and turn, steak, shrimp, and the pasta

I remember eatin' noodles from the packet

Ghetto nigga, I still fuck on the ratchet

Aim different, yeah, I never miss the mark

Somethin' better, yeah, we Chef it up with the Sparkk

When you think it's over,

It's some things that get better

Streets be turnin' colder,

Keep my heat in any weather

Money bring me closer,

Just another nigga from the ghetto

It was nice to know ya,

Now I gotta mash on the pedal

Y'all, Mocha Fest is a trip

Y'all make sure y'all gotta come here every single year

It's no judgment, we havin' fun

Everybody's gettin' naked and doin' what they do