Lyricist : Santana Lewis
Composer : Santana Lewis
Level
Walk in the building, I'm smellin' like gas
I'm in that SRT goin' fast
Gettin' chased by the jakes so I did the dash
If they chase me on feet, I'm runnin' like The Flash
I'ma get gone in that Porsche, I did like 10x10 in that horse
In that i8 with the butterfly doors
I feel like Jace 'cause, bae, I got money of course
Meanwhile in L.A., I'm just smokin' on gas
She like Santana, I hope that we last
In school I was the weirdest one in class
I'm 14 and I got a bag
bitch, I'm 16 and I got this gat
Red flag on my right, n*gga, I say blat
Lil' n*gga got zipped like a Zip-Loc bag
Lil' bro want a zip, ended up gettin' bagged
Ya bitch ride the dick, need a saddle, lil' bitch
N*ggas know not to battle with my clique (Fah, fah)
More opps equals more attachments on my stick
Ya ho in the whip, she gaggin' on my dick (Fah, fah, fah)
F&N leave 'em laggin' in this bitch
And he flyin' in the air, Aladdin in this bitch
That lil' boy is cap, he ain't shootin' shit
We searchin' for opps, n*gga, like a bin
He cap rap, his shit go straight to the bin
Need to follow them laws, you a citizen
bitch, I'm the plug, **** a middle man
Lil' boy gettin' played like a fiddle man
Why all these fake ass n*ggas call me friend?
My trigger finger is my new best friend
He tell me to shoot off adrenaline
If he speakin' on me, he ain't speakin' again
On God
Walk in the building, I'm smellin' like gas
I'm in that SRT goin' fast
Gettin' chased by the jakes so I did the dash
If they chase me on feet, I'm runnin' like The Flash
I'ma get gone in that Porsche, I did like 10x10 in that horse
In that i8 with the butterfly doors
I feel like Jace 'cause, bae, I got money of course
Meanwhile in L.A., I'm just smokin' on gas
She like Santana, I hope that we last
In school I was the weirdest one in class
I'm 14 and I got a bag
Walk in the building, I'm smellin' like gas
I'm in that SRT goin' fast
Gettin' chased by the jakes so I did the dash
If they chase me on feet, I'm runnin' like The Flash
I'ma get gone in that Porsche, I did like 10x10 in that horse
In that i8 with the butterfly doors
I feel like Jace 'cause, bae, I got money of course
Meanwhile in L.A., I'm just smokin' on gas
She like Santana, I hope that we last
In school I was the weirdest one in class
I'm 14 and I got a bag
Meanwhile in L.A., I'm just smokin' on gas
She like Santana, I hope that we last
In school I was the weirdest one in class
I'm 14 and I got a bag
bitch, I'm 16 and I got this gat
Red flag on my right, n*gga, I say blat
Lil' n*gga got zipped like a zip-loc bag
Lil' bro want a zip, ended up gettin' bagged
Ya bitch ride the dick, need a saddle, lil' bitch
N*ggas know not to battle with my clique
More opps equals more attachments on my stick
Ya ho in the whip, she gaggin' on my dick
