HIT THE GAS ft. Tokes & C.M.S Lyrics

Ayy, hit the gas, hit the gas ayy

Hit the gas, hit the gas ayy

Hit the gas, hit the gas

Hit the gas ayy, ayy, hit the gas

Ayy, hold up, slow down, it's been a minute

They been waiting me to drop, like I got a golden ticket

They been waiting me to drop, bout this whole time

Car next to me bump my old songs, that's a cosign

Called St. Mark, only thing I said was showtime

We been working ot, but you thought it was part-time

Cole, you know it's grind time, Cole, you know it's our time

I call my people up, had to let them know it's go time

Go time, go time, got a lot up on my line

Cause the money and the fame, and the bitches keep dialing

But I don't give a fuck, light a joint and I decline that

Polish up the whip and grab your bitch run up the mileage

Spent a lot of time, tryna find out when my time is

Then I figured out, motherfucker, I'm timeless

Nah really, cause your bitch told it to me

Cause she really fucking with me, got her screaming go Joey, go Joey

Like we at a green light How we dippin', outta sight

Make a wave, I just mighta know you like it, like it

Got your head bopping, foot tapping, get you dancing

Bass Bumpin' snare, clapping with your hearing, St. Mark in action

And for me, I do the rapping, and together, doing damage

We the ones who make it happen, pretty soon, we causin havoc

When you listen to this shit, you better raise your fucking standards

I am not another shill lame ass motherfuckin rapper, bitch, I'm Mayo

Hit the gas, hit the gas, ayy

I'm just cool living life up in the fast lane

Pedal to the metal, hit the gas, throw 150 onna dash

I'm just praying, and I'm hoping pray to God that I don't crash

Hit the gas, hit the gas, ayy

I'm just cool living life up in the fast lane

Pedal to the metal, hit the gas, throw 150 onna dash

I'm just praying, and I'm hoping pray to God that I don't crash

Ayy, got the type of aura, if you vibin', you feel it

And you can feel my energy when I walk in the building

She do a whisper to her friend, to let her know I'm up in

And then I give a little grin, I think I'm at it again

On my pimp shit the real shit, I made the city feel this

And if you got a camera, you gon' probably wanna film this

Cause Yo the king is back, motherfucka spazzin' on the track

Get your ass smacked, askin' if I still rap, you a bitch boy

Take a hit from the bong, now I'm gone now

If you on top, know you bout to fall down

Get it poppin' all of a sudden till you calm down

And nobody even know who you are now

I ain't trippin' cause I'm in it for the long haul

Get the city jumpin', only need one phone call

Got ten bad bitches and they waitin' for the encore

Keep the music bumpin', everybody say they want more

Do the dash, hit the gas when I roll past

Never comin' with some fake shit, you know that

We ain't fuckin' with nobody with no stats

Only know to keep it solid and talk facts

Yeah, baby, so stylish Look at me, super clean, need no stylist

Drop a dime on a nick if he gon' be wildin

Independent pics only shit, I be signin

Ooooo

Yeah they love how I be ridin

Real ones in this bitch and we know how to keep em vibin

Why the fuck he hatin Probably cause his shit ain't poppin

Nothin' but the gas every time this shit be droppin

On the beat and I be comin' with some smooth shit

No bullshit, they lovin' how we do shit

True shit, you wanna know what the truth is

Tokes n Mayo fuckin flowin like some Cool-Whip, bitch

Hit the gas, hit the gas, ayy

I'm just cool living life up in the fast lane

Pedal to the metal, hit the gas, throw 150 onna dash

I'm just praying, and I'm hoping pray to God that I don't crash

Hit the gas, hit the gas, ayy

I'm just cool living life up in the fast lane

Pedal to the metal, hit the gas, throw 150 onna dash

I'm just praying, and I'm hoping pray to God that I don't crash