Gassed Up! (feat. Flyboy Tarantino, Kid Trunks, Bass Santana & Kin$oul)

[XXXTENTACION]

To Bass be the glory

Ok, am I smoking out? Aye, aye, huh!

I'm so gassed up (uh), I'm so gassed up (uh)

I'm so gassed up (uh), so gassed up

I'm so gassed up (uh), so gassed up

I'm so gassed up (uh, okay), gassed up

[Kin$oul & XXXTENTACION]

One take, Timmy (one take)

I hit with no jimmy (I hit with no jimmy)

They don't feel me

Whipped my dick out, she like: Give me (she like: Give me)

Burnt rubber, fat motherfucker

Niggas hating, boy, you lame

Pillow talking, undercover (undercover)

If you could take my bitch, then I can't love her (oh no)

Peanut butter, chocolate cover, I can't trust her (I can't trust her)

Google me, I'm something, came from nothing (okay) (ayy, gling gling gling)

I'm so gassed up (gling gling), told my lil' bih call when she comin' (gling gling)

[Kid Trunks & XXXTENTACION]

She so gassed up

She give top with mask off (gling, gling)

Foam on my dick like bath salt

She at my show, that's your own fault (gling, gling, gling, gling)

Six shows at the back of the tour bus (gling)

We at the top of the food chain (gling)

Kickin' shit you can call me Liu Kang

VVS white on my new chain (gling, gling, gling, gling, gling, gling)

Runnin' up to the bed like Usain

She don't wanna know 'bout the group name

All about the bad for the damn fame

You broke, that's a fact; that's a damn shame (gling, gling, gling)

I'm so gassed up, I can't do nothin' about it (gling, gling)

If you passed up, don't hit my phone or talk about it, okay (gling, gling, gling)

[XXXTENTACION]

I'm so gassed up (uh), I'm so gassed up (uh)

I'm so gassed up (uh), so gassed up (uh)

I'm so gassed up (uh), so gassed up

I'm so gassed up (uh, okay), gassed up

[Flyboy Tarantino]

Yeah, I'm so gassed up, gassed up, gassed up (gas)

Please don't hit me up if you ain't tryna match, bruh (what?)

Ed Edd Eddy kush, smokin' on a jawbreakers, yeah (ooh)

Fuck the police, bitch, I'm a lawbreaker, yeah

Always smokin' five like I'm always shootin' nines (ooh)

Money on my mind, so I can't waste time (what?)

Hit the door, foamin' out my mouth, I ate your soul (uh), ooh

Wu-Tang ho, fuck it, I'ma blow me down to ohh

[Bass Santana]

I can't hit your shit, ain't no grabber in your paper, uh-uh

I need me a splitfinch, I ain't smokin' no vapor, uh-uh

If it ain't 'bout pads, keep your two sets (keep your two sets)

Drop top the coupe, make the roof split (make the roof split)

I'm your noisy neighbor, yuh

My dog got off papers, yuh

I just got 'em faded, yuh

Off different flavors, bitch

Baby mama's blazin' ya (huh)

Put your bitch in labor, yuh

Kid Trunks, that's my Asian, yuh

Wait, don't fuck around with Chad

I just bust a pack and hit the backwood

I might blackout on a bitch (woah)

Jealousy could eat you up alive

Just focus on the lane you in (woah)

Run it up and count it up

I lose my mind but always seem to win (woah)

I'm so fuckin' gassed up

Know the kush will fade away again (bitch)

[XXXTENTACION]

I'm so gassed up (uh), I'm so gassed up (uh)

I'm so gassed up (uh), so gassed up

I'm so gassed up (uh), so gassed up

I'm so gassed up (uh, okay), gassed up (gassed up)

Gassed up (hey), I'm so gassed up (hey)

Smoking blows onto my face, I'm so damn stuffed (ayy)

Gassed up (hey), I'm so gassed up (hey)

Smoking blows onto my face, I'm so damn stuffed (ayy)