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

[Chorus]
Smokin' gas all day
Run to the racks like a NASCAR race
I'm high as fuck, not lazy
I'm pretty sure I'm the hardest n***a
These fuck n***as on 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
Pistol on me, put an opp on his back
Fuck the upper hand, keep a hundred stacks
Little pistol turn a pussy to a sack
Fuck the ho and I ain't do no double backs
Keep on pushing, turn my feelings to a bag
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 hiding it
Woah, why would I worry? Woah, why would I give a fuck?
Woah, don't cross this like back the fuck up
[Chorus]
Smokin' gas all day
Run to the racks like a NASCAR race
I'm high as fuck, not lazy
I'm pretty sure I'm the hardest n***a
These fuck n***as on 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
Pistol on me, put an opp on his back
Fuck the upper hand, keep a hundred stacks
Little pistol turn a pussy to a sack
Fuck the ho and I ain't do no double backs
Keep on pushing, turn my feelings to a bag
I won't miss her, took a trip like Peter Pan
I won't miss, I'm aimin' straight up at the head