Letra de RIP FATT - Jace!

(I should probably go, it's getting late)

Press on that gas, get on the E-way (How, how?)

Press on that gas, get on the E-way (How, how?)

Press on that gas, get on the E-way (How, how?)

Press on that gas, get on the E-way (How, how?)

Press on that gas, get on 'em (Get on 'em)

It's fast, so I'ma hop in it

Press on that gas, get on the E-way

Digi' my dash, I been on hot shit

Press on that gas, get on the E-way (Woah)

Digital dash, digital dash

Press on that gas, get on the E-way (Woah)

Digital dash, digital (Press on that gas)

Flexed up (Get on the E-way), tryna flex to the minimal

Shoot from the head up, bullet hit him then it's critical (Press on that gas, get on the E-way)

Get on his head, he's done, huh, what?

Me and that VVS bond

Money on me, all I know is flexin'

I don't wear Rick or Dior

While I ever do is flex, we don't gotta make music 'bout that

I see where my sons at (At)

And I'm like, "Yeah, I don't know 'bout that" (Gas, gettin' on the E-way)

'Cause I'm on a Perc, I can literally see demons, my money came in, in a briefcase

I get to fuckin' that HP up when a young nigga get on the E-way (E-way)

I know she trying to tell me a couple of things all in my brain (Brain)

She get to tellin' me stories, I'm looking for names, she don't say (Don't say)

I get to—, I get to rollin' up dope when I'm lookin' like I'm on the way (On the way)

Woah, she wanna be gang, and I'm like, "No way" (No way)

Woah

It's fast, so I'ma hop in it

Press on that gas, get on the E-way

Digi' my dash, I been on hot shit

Press on that gas, get on the E-way

Digital dash, digital dash

Press on that gas, get on the E-way

Digital dash, digital (Press on that gas)

Flexed up (Get on the E-way), tryna flex to the minimal

Shoot from the head up, bullet hit him and it's critical (Gas, get on the E-way)

Get on his head, he's done, huh, what?

Me and that VVS bond (Gas, get on the E-way)

Money on me, all I know is flexin'

I don't wear Rick or Dior

Press on that gas, get on the E-way

I just been doin' the things they say

Shooters get bored, it's a bleed day

R.I.P. Fatt, we have some' on the way

Sayin' she need me, Mercedes logo on the floor when it open

She sayin', "I need you, bae, I'm knowin' you keep me safe"

Huh, a hunnid, some racks on the way (way)

She getting to acting to vague

If it's money, okay, then I'm getting it

Wait, okay, I'm counting up (Okay, I'm getting paid), no

Hunnids, fifties, twenties (Twenties), I known bitches want me (Bitch)

I don't fuck with rappers

Cujo get him ugly

Woah (Woah)

It's fast, so I'ma hop in it

Press on that gas, get on the E-way

Digi' my dash, I been on hot shit

Press on that gas, get on the E-way

Digital dash, digital dash

Press on that gas, get on the E-way

Digital dash, digital (Press on that gas)

Flexed up (Get on the E-way), tryna flex to the minimal

Shoot from the head up, bullet hit him then it's critical (Gas, get on the E-way)

Get on his head, he's done, huh, what?

Me and that VVS bond (Gas, get on the E-way)

Money on me, all I know is flexin'

I don't wear Rick or Dior

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