Hit the Gas - Riff Raff, DJ Afterthought, Adamn Killa

Pulled up in a foreign

Mango orange

Worldwide touring

Your life so boring (x2)

Imma hit the gas (x16)

I’m smokin' on gas

He smokin' on trash

From the first to the last

I’m countin' up cash

I’m rockin' this Rollie

You flexin' that phony

You act like you know me

But we ain’t homies

Pulled up in a foreign

Mango orange

Worldwide touring

Your life so boring (x2)

Imma hit the gas (x16)

Foreign everything, floral double G

Wake up make the racks in and out repeat

Make it in my sleep I got the recipe

Niggas talk a lot but man talk is cheap

Rivieras on my feet you can’t even buy these

I do what I please, I do what I please

I don’t sit check, I sit back

I got money I might get fat

I make more than your old ass

Bitch my pockets on that old ass

If it’s money I need more of that

For that talking let’s make more racks

Imma hit the gas (x16)

Yeah, uhh

Purp pressed like clockwork

Codeine stains on her Versace miniskirt

Don Lucas on the 3rd and the 1st

Accidentally spilled too much syrup, my squirt

Dirt on my shirt to prove that I put in work

So many haters, too many papers

Bought 'em a lam as an icebreaker

Imma hit the gas (x16)