Fuel (remix ft Serpent999 and JID)

(Serpent999 and JID)

Yea Im in with Tewsly me and him are a pear

We both got hair on our balls so you know that we're on to somethin

Yea this is the fuel we need to get somethin straight

I'm the antichrist yea I'm in love with the album the death of slim shady

Such a good album so I got a question for you

Wanna dance with the devil this a brand new dance you gotta listen to this

Shit bout to make to make you wanna dance

We got the fuel and we're not gonna lose it

We got more success then all of you combined

(JID)

I been mindin' my business, I'm business-mindin'

I been spendin' some time with the minister

'Cause them niggas spinnin' shit and still sinnin' in the City of God and it's sinister

Try to pray and repent in a synagoguе or a mosque, a temple, a church

Thеm brown skin's seen many niggas hurtin'

And murder's a common courtesy, for certainly

R-I-P-D on the shirt, search, lurk, murk, squirt, durk, first (forty-eight)

My nigga doin' four plus eight without a court date

Talked the other day, he say he doin' okay

He good, he gainin' weight, then got a sharp shank

He made, he say they played, they gotta partake

Homie got a heart full of hate and a face full of war paint

Eyes all red, full of rage and it's hard to escape from a dark place

East side niggas from the A, niggas all ages

Tryna sell a pound of the dog cage

All the OGs 'round town was our age

Danger, sex, and drugs, X and R rated

Danger, sex, and drugs, shit be outrageous

But don't get this shit fucked up, my boy

Ya lucked up once then ya doubled up

I dribble and pass it to the cup and triple-double it

Get to the basket, get the cash and cuddle up

Cover up, bundle up, batter up (batter up)

Um, talk a lot of smack and now go back it up

Shawty wanna shag, wanna shack it up

I can put a pussy on the platter like a platypus

Nappy hair, nigga, hair natted up

I said Barbara, nigga tatted up

I won't argue, nigga mad as fuck

'Cause I ain't compatible, I'm finna catapult

But niggas know it's goin'

Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do—

 

(Tewsly hook)

What if I don't run out of fuel?

It's gonna scare the fuck out of you, fool

If I run out of fuel, I won't play by the rules

High octane in my veins, I'm a rap fuel tool

 

(Tewsly)

Gettin' on that grind, hustlin' every damn day (yeah)

Step back, I suggest, better watch what you say (woo)

Essays on deck, rhymes sharp like a blade (yeah)

I ain't no r-a-p-e-r, but these bars I portray (ugh)

Suck my balls, disrespect ain't gon' get you no leeway (damn)

Spittin' fire, hot like a sunny LA day (woo)

My words hit hard, make haters run away (yeah)

On the mic, I dominate, no time for delay (ugh)

Like a motherfucka, I bring the heat, no delay (damn)

Rap game strong, in my zone, I can't stray (woo)

From the day I press play, I've been slayin', no cliché (ugh)

On top of my game, ain't no one in my way (yeah)

It's like BK have it your way, but instead of havin' it your way it's war,

Left and right, here we go, my rhymes cut deep to the core.

These raps y'all been spittin'? Soundin' weak and lame,

I bring the fire, igniting the rap game.

They be bustin' out strains, soundin' all insane,

I hit 'em up quick, leave 'em writhin' in pain.

But my flows hit harder, they takin' flight.

Voices in my head, tellin' me I'm the one,

They can't defeat me, I shine like the sun.

Yeah, they feedin' death, but I bring the life,

I'm the rap king, I reign in this strife.

Y'all complain too much, can't handle the pressure,

Compliment flow, but I'm the real treasure.

Context is key, y'all need to listen up,

I'm in a league of my own, I never back up.

Now we going to speed up the paste, time to get to the contemplation of business.

So thank you for all the rappers who dissed me in the first place, y'all made me stronger all mighty,

But to everybody else who's taking shots, fuck you, and everyone around,

Alter ego in me, fuck off, get the n9nemilimeeter and spray everyone up (brrt).

And this ain't no play play like, lil tay tay, I'm here to slay, slay.

I'm a lyrical assassin, dodging all the daggers, scaling up like it's a ladder,

Hip hop's my domain, I'm king of this rap game, fuck all the haters tryna bring shame,

I turn pain into power, every diss makes me louder, my success they try to devour, but I rise like a tower,

I'm untouchable, unbreakable, unstoppable, my flow so cold it's unfathomable,

To all the critics and cynics, I say salute, keep talking, I'll keep rising and shooting,

My rhymes hit hard like a motherfuckin' meteor, watch me soar, while you stay on the floor,

I'm a force to be reckoned with, no mercy, no pivots, in this game, I'm the pivot.

You little bitch so what are you going to do

 

(Tewsly hook)

If I don't run out of fuel?

It's gonna scare the fuck out of you, fool

If I run out of fuel, I won't play by the rules

High octane in my veins, I'm a rap fuel tool