Lyrics RiFF RAFF – Hit The Gas

Pulled up in a foreign, skrrt
Mango orange, orange
Wear while touring, touring
Your life so boring, boring

I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
Hit the gas
Hit the gas

I’m smokin’ on gas, gas
You smokin’ on trash, trash
From the first to the last, last
I’m countin’ up cash, cash
I’m rockin’ this Rollie, Rollie
You flexin’ that phony, phony
You act like you know me, know me
But we ain’t homies, no

Pulled up in a foreign, skrrt
Mango orange, orange
Wear while touring, touring
Your life so boring, boring
Pulled up in a foreign, foreign
Mango orange, orange
Wear while touring, touring
Your life so boring

I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas

I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
Hit the gas

Foreign, everything, four oh double G
Wake up, make them racks and then I repeat
Make it in my sleep, I got the recipe
Niggas talkin’ wack, but, man, talk is cheap
Rivieras on my feet, man you can’t even buy these
I do what I please, I do what I please
I don’t chit chat, I sit back
I got money, I might get fat
I make more than your old ass
Bitch, my pockets on that Otis
If it’s money, I need more of that
Fuck that talkin’, let’s make more racks

I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas

I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
Hit the gas

Uh, purp’ pressed like clockwork
Codeine stains on her Versace miniskirt
Don Lucas on the third and the first
Accidentally spilled too much syrup in my squirt
Dirt in my shirt to prove that I put in work
So many haters, so many papers
Bought her a Lam’ as a ice breaker, real

I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas

I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
I’ma hit the gas, I’ma hit the gas, hit the gas
Hit the gas