Swift

You pussy niggas really need to sit back
I’m flowing like nine Nile rivers
I’m eating, got five pounds bigger
Yes I’m a Southside nigga
I got your whole mouth wide and she hot like a house fire
After that I put her outside
Got no time for down time
Ya gotta read it between the outlines
If it’s up for the taking it’s all mine
Run it up fast, fast, fast
Run it up fast, fast
It ain’t no gas, gas, gas
Nigga don’t gas that
I’m not in the past, past, past
Nigga I’m past that
These niggas in last place
And I’m on a fast pace
Run it up fast, fast, fast
Run it up fast, fast
It ain’t no gas, gas, gas
Nigga don’t gas that
I’m not in the past, past, past
Nigga I’m past that
These niggas in last place
And I’m on a fast pace
I smoke a half a day
Lil mama got ass for days
I’m bout to blow like a hand grenade
All of your plans delayed, uh
I fell in love with the bank (Uh)
I can’t fuck her up, she stank (Nah)
The money be calling my line (Uh)
I pick it up every time (Uh)
I’m digging up me a mine
I don’t know how to mind
Y’all don’t know how to rhyme
So please get the fuck off my line
Just watch how the money and power combine
All of my bitches in line
I’m kicking the science
These little bitty bummy bitches wanna get a whiff of the vibe
Oh my, I’m alive
No lies in my lines
Pick a side like a Gemini
On my own wave like Aquemini
You gon' give me mine
I’m killing these niggas like genocide
Don’t apologize, I just penalize
They say a therapist is well advised
My fucking heritage is clarified
Run it up fast, fast, fast
Run it up fast, fast
It ain’t no gas, gas, gas
Nigga don’t gas that
I’m not in the past, past, past
Nigga I’m past that
These niggas in last place
And I’m on a fast pace
Run it up fast, fast, fast
Run it up fast, fast
It ain’t no gas, gas, gas
Nigga don’t gas that
I’m not in the past, past, past
Nigga I’m past that
These niggas in last place
And I’m on a fast pace
Man I gotta get it for my brother 'nem
Feel like 2pac in Above the Rim
They don’t fuck with me, I don’t fuck with them
You don’t see me in photos with none of them
She go coocoo for coco, she love that shit
I ain’t worried bout nothing, I’m bubbling
Made the bitch eat me up at the Double Tree
She don’t give me her phone she ain’t coming in
I don’t trust these little bitches, I never did
They can’t let me in, I’m already in
If I said this shit once then I’ll say it again
Get the check and deposit directly in
Can’t nobody keep up with my regimen
My adrenaline steadily pedalin'
Mama should’ve just put me on Ritalin
Get a look at my swagger, exhibited
It’s the illest nigga from Nebraska
Do you even gotta ask 'em?
Turn the rappers into Casper
Quicker than that or let’s just turn to bad decisions
I puff-puff-pass gas, envision my lifestyle with a bag of Benji’s
(Bag of Benji’s, bag of Benjis) Lifestyle with a bag of Benji’s
Run it up fast, fast, fast
Run it up fast, fast
It ain’t no gas, gas, gas
Nigga don’t gas that
I’m not in the past, past, past
Nigga I’m past that
These niggas in last place
And I’m on a fast pace
Run it up fast, fast, fast
Run it up fast, fast
It ain’t no gas, gas, gas
Nigga don’t gas that
I’m not in the past, past, past
Nigga I’m past that
These niggas in last place
And I’m on a fast pace