Lyrics:
Hey hey don't hate on me
My tank on full your tank on e
Look good on you look good on me
Cause I'm a go and never gon s-t-o-p
Like hey hey don't
Me? I'm tight as fuck
I'm sipping this drank
Gas real low
Can't fill up the tank
Aye
Still sipping this drank
Not feeling enough better roll up the dank
been stressing
And my tank still on E
Girl I thought we was destined
Couldn't follow my lead
But girl it ain't no question
You could fall back on me
Tell
Still making moves
Sticking to the script
‘Till I manifest the invisible
Never mind a haters
Sadly many will belittle you
Cut the alphabet short
Don’t let
problem
Quick flash, now we packed in the gossip
Quit asking you know that we popping
I watched all my youngin's, turn to big dog
Okay
Our gas tank
in my life
At the end of the day you'll still be mine
I don't trust too tough
I don't even trust these girls
Cause girls love to kiss and tell
Why'd
love can say.
I'm say-yay-yaved by,
I'm saved by, by,
Nothing you can do, nothing you can say,
Only love can say
(My name is Drew Colossus, you're fucking with DAMAGE FM)
What you sippin? (Sip)
I hope that it tastes like piss
Knock knock knock
That's your
on the map
Gone and I ain't lookin' back
I know they gon' feel it like they tank on E
I promise baby, you can bet the bank on me
'Cause can't nobody tell
to find if you beefing or tryna rhyme//
But I don't like war, what real nigga do?
The fake ones brag and get killed by they crew
I live for the code
the same
Still love you the same (Same)
Baby I'm too numb to feel the pain (Pain)
All up by my lone I can't contain (Contain)
Pull up in a ride with a full
it's gon' burn you
I'm with the homies right now
Me and my niggas four deep in a white Toyota
A quarter tank of gas, one pistol, and orange soda
off snakes but you still see me in Gucci
Try to trick me baby you can't fool me
Oh look Psyka's bout to drop a new hit single
Stacking up the chips I
Back up
Gas what I'm smoking
Gas
Gas
What I'm smoking
Oh it stank baby back up
Yeah it's dank
Got that Gas in my tank
Bad b she fine
She f on you
You
enough
I done showed you that enough
No this shit ain't adding up, ohh no, no
I love your girl, nigga
I keep it so thorough with her
I know that's
Christ be with me.
Tank feeling empty.
Christ be with me.
Fatigue needing energy.
Christ be with me.
Produced By: King Chris for ELR Music
lookin' for a buzz to get hot
Now they comin' over to battle rap
What the fuck we look like, Love & Hip Hop?
(I got somethin' you gon' like...)
My new gun
and a ceiling fan
I needed guidance, some love, a little healing man
Turned to the most high, every night I was kneeling man
Dear lord I know I'm nobody's victim
, babe ('cause I can do bad by my motherfuckin' self, you hear me?)
I'm still in love with you, babe (you and I, 'til the day we die)
I'm still in love
still burn
(yeah)
When I look in the mirror I see beauty
When I saw him I was thinkin' he a goofy
Tank-top fresh and I just woke up
Do a little spin
Drink
must've lost my mind for a minute
Girl you know that I love
Girl, I love you, with her that was lust, yeah
Shouldn't have happened, I know I messed up,
nerves, compressions and by the bird
You ain't heard, on the one seven them niggas do dirt
And I bet my serve occur y'all felt my every word
When I
It's the ODB kid, once again coming through your area
And I'm going to tell you one time, you gon' love this
I had to get the money, said it
If you feeling froggy leap frog
And i ain’t talkin bout no educated kid games
Whip switch lanes
Big drip like a fish tank
I don’t even think my shit
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