Gas, Break, Dip E

Say gas, brake, dip. Gas, brake, dip. Gas, brake. Gas, brake. Fuck you mean I ain't running up a check? I just made a couple grand sending out a Text. And that rope around my neck costs about Ten K. I threw another ten up on my Pinky same day. And I bet you didn't know Your bitch went both ways. I met her at the club, she brought her Friend back to my place. I kick him out The crib, you might love him, but I don't. 'Cause pussy is pussy, and I get it when I want. I'm busy as a motherfucker slanging in The streets. I get more paper in a day, You do it in a week. So let me Talk my shit, dog, to get it off my Chest. I'm sick of these rappers that claiming that They up next when they ain't 'bout nothing but Living at their mama house. Only thing they running is their tongues up inside Their mouth. I'm out of cell, think I need Another Bent, L. Fuck I'm on my face, how You staying at your mama house? I walk that, talk that, everything business. And I ain't playing no games, so fuck the Gimmicks. No, I don't want no drama once I Been up and in it. Yeah, you can catch A dial tone pushing my limits. 'bout gas, brake, dip. Throw a peace sign. Gas, brake, dip. Watch the money climb. Gas, brake, dip. I be blowing mine. brake, dip. Yeah, I'm the dope man. Been inside the game For a decade long. And I made a half a million, yeah, I Did it on my own. Spent that on cars, Jewelry, and plane tickets. Been around the world, I can't tell you what You been missing. It's exquisite everywhere I visit. Nothing less than five star, man, you get just What you giving. One twenty when the whip lane Switching. No, I ain't got no time for no Ho that be bitching. Teeth glistening, hustling, fishing. Kill yourself, you ain't getting money, you Tripping. Been sipping, boy, I can't quit. I could blame it on my old girl, but She wasn't shit. And I hate to give her Credit for something she never did. What a bitch, how I always need to tell The truth. I'd like to see you walk a Half a mile in my shoes. I put that on my mama that ain't something You could do. I walk that, talk that, everything Business. And I ain't playing no games, so fuck The gimmicks. No, I don't want no drama once I been up and in it. Yeah, you can Catch a dial tone pushing my limits. I'm gas, brake, dip. Throw a peace sign. Gas, brake, dip. Watch the money climb. Gas, brake, dip. I be blowing mine. Gas, brake, dip. Yeah, I'm the dope man. Man, it's 'bout to be harder and harder to Be a thug after 2018. I'm throwing more shade than a palm tree. These dudes softer than a plum, more salt than A whale tongue. You know what I'm saying? You picking up the game I'm laying down? This is just for you. Fuck a label, fuck The rap game. Shout out my true homies. Stay flocked. Bust down, bust down.