(Chorus)
Ten feet tall, no lie
Brand new can of whoop ass on me
Bi**h you know I had the gas on me
Bi**h you know I got the gas on me
Boy, f**k you doing? Pacing this s**t
Ain’t nobody finna pass on me
What you waiting on to smash homie?
Put your weight up on the gas homie
Ten feet tall, no lie
Brand new can of whoop ass on me
Bi**h you know I had the gas on me
Bi**h you know I got the gas on me
Boy, f**k you doing? Pacing this s**t
Ain’t nobody finna pass on me
What you waiting on to smash homie?
Put your weight up on the gas homie
(Verse 1)
Penny pinching, pu**y popping
Clocking double shifts for all them years to get that mini pension
Paid tuition, loans, exchanging gifts
This new group tender, been on Tinder sexting ni**as
All in debt and I am not impressed with ni**as
Don’t think that I forgot
Gucci, Louis, Prada, out of pocket
Feel depressed with problem ni**as
It’s a piece of me in all them, feeling nauseous
Finally speak to doctor, called it awesome signals
Keep it funky, consequences ostracism
Lots of wisdom, pardon mama’s pot to piss in
Haters wish for more but I will not
I been living on the edge homie
Months since I done seen a bed homie
Little voices saying this is poyfect
Telling me just get up off they ass homie
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2)
Signed before I learned to crawl, Paul Wall
Answered fore I learned to call
No prophylactic contraceptive, bi**h I’m raw dog
Ni**as say you got to pick a lane
And I’m the ni**a came to piss ‘em all off
Ride around and bump my favorite hits
That range from Robert Kelly up to Sosa
Down to Wiley, Monster Mike, and other folks
I’m in this crazy world, finessing close calls
Keep it evenkeeled, but on they odds with the idea of ever being wrote off
Twist another one to…on
Most of y’all just in it for the power
I’m in Babylon and I’m convinced, uh, yeah
Sleeping mass, but I’ma wake ya, I’m just different
Virgo in me, tryna fix it I’ve been feeling
(Repeat Chorus)
