[Intro]
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah

[Chorus]
Smokin' gas all day, huh
Run to the racks like a NASCAR race, ho
I'm high as fuck, not lazy
I'm pretty sure I'm the hardest n***a, these fuck n***as all pump-fake
I'm pretty sure she want the type of n***a that just play with money all day
And I'm pretty sure that I'm the type of n***a that just dive in the bread
Play with the stacks
This pistol on me put a opp on his back
Fuck the upper hand, keep a hunnid stacks
Lil' pistol turn a pussy to a sack
Fucked the ho and I ain't do no double-backs
Keep on pushin', turn my feelings to a band
I won't miss her, took a trip like Peter Pan
I won't miss, I'm aimin' straight up at the head

[Verse]
When I'm lonely, I think I'm at my best
Can't get lost in the void, I'm high on meds
Fuck the bitch and she boosted my tolerance
I been runnin' from love, I ain't hidin' it
Whoa, why would I—? Whoa, really, whoa, why would I give a fuck?
Whoa, don't cross this, like, "Back the fuck up"
[Chorus]
Smokin' gas all day, huh
Run to the racks like a NASCAR race, ho
I'm high as fuck, not lazy
I'm pretty sure I'm the hardest n***a, these fuck n***as all pump-fake
I'm pretty sure she want the type of n***a that just play with money all day
And I'm pretty sure that I'm the type of n***a that just dive in the bread
Play with the stacks
This pistol on me put a opp on his back
Fuck the upper hand, keep a hunnid stacks
Lil' pistol turn a pussy to a sack
Fucked the ho and I ain't do no double-backs
Keep on pushin', turn my feelings to a band
I won't miss her, took a trip like Peter Pan
I won't miss, I'm aimin' straight up at the head (At the head)

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
Smokin' gas all day, huh
Run to the racks like a NASCAR race, ho
I'm high as fuck, not lazy
I'm pretty sure I'm the hardest n***a, these fuck n***as all pump-fake
I'm pretty sure she want the type of n***a that just play with money all day
And I'm pretty sure that I'm the type of n***a that just dive in the bread
Play with the stacks
This pistol on me put a opp on his back
Fuck the upper hand, keep a hunnid stacks
Lil' pistol turn a pussy to a sack
Fucked the ho and I ain't do no double-backs
Keep on pushin', turn my feelings to a band
I won't miss her, took a trip like Peter Pan
I won't miss, I'm aimin' straight up at the head (At the head)