Gone off the Gas

I’m stuck to the script and I’ll never switch

Life is a bitch so I’m gripping my stick

Gone off that gas yeah it’s lit

28 grams in a zip i been on my shit

Making my money do flip after flip

Call it a movie the way they take flicks

Pockets too heavy like I’m holding bricks

Dropped a whole key on my wrist

I’m moving legit like I’m supposed too

Pimping on hoes learned that from the old school

Haters stay blocking my old moves

Heard that I’m rich and its bad news

Remember we’d chill in abandos

Now that it’s up it don’t matter

Niggas stay hating my pockets get fatter

Mad cuz all of my bitches are bad

Just want the top so I’m climbing the ladder

U can’t stand how I went from a beast to a savage

This more wild than your dreams can imagine

I blew up big sat back and laughed at the damage

Always knew I would make it out cuz that’s how I planned it

I’m gone