Gassed Up

[Produced by Cardiak] [Intro: Kid Ink] Okay One big chain but it feel like 2 doe Big ass whip, they don't make it in a two-door Two big blunts to the head like a tumor Steady laughing to the bank Bitch I got a lot of humor [Hook: Kid Ink] See you gassed up, don't be a hype beast I look around, niggas dressed just like me I pull the same hoes in a white tee Shine bright, diamonds need a fucking ice tray [Verse 1: Kid Ink] Eyesight gone, I'm a fuckin' liability Life's been a bitch since I took that ho's virginity I lost my emotions, can't find sympathy High off life and can't nobody intervene Bitch I'm blowing up like AP Chemistry Feels like a menace since I went in on my enemies Never gave a fuck 'bout a sucka nigga anyway That heater on the dresser, still trynna find my inner peace Now you don't wanna see me unleash my inner beast R.I.P. the club in loving memory Wake up in the morning and I can't remember anything Probably shouldn't have drank with my stomach so empty Shit I'm wilding, see it in my face See the keys if it drop you should get up out the way Man I'm sitting on the world looking into outer space Sitting around you squares got me feeling outta shape It's Alumni bitch, know I repping to the grave ATM pull the pin out like the grenade And money rain all on that ass like a bidet This Bat Gang bang, got them throwing up that OK All up in your face, in your face like olé I'm just getting started but the game is fucking OV Hit you with that fire baby, right off up the stove top Meet me at the Shell, Mobil or the Chevron, bitch I [Hook] [Verse 2: Kid Ink] I said it's Rocketshipshawty, Kid Ink baby, K.I Call me by my name but don't call me in the daytime I don't really skate but I got these bitches in line Know you niggas thought I would've changed when the deal signed Up all night, take a look into my pale eyes Gotta keep it G till my mothafuckin' demise Whip it, whip it hard, can't park this ho 'Bout to buy a crib big as a department store I ain't scared of nobody and I don't know no other way Them dudes you with is nobody's, we shutting down the VIP Table full of baddies bunch of Rihanna's and Beyonce's Nigga played his cards right, all I got is ace of spades 'Bout to hit a homerun, bases loaded, safe to say I been fuckin' on one, you just finally seen today Gassed up, gassed gassed up