All Gas No Brakes Big Jade

[Intro]
(Why your face so ugly?)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Hol' up, ayy, yeah
Hol' up, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Man, BeatKing)

[Chorus]
Nigga thinkin' that I love him (Nah)
I don't even want him, he getting played, played (Bitch)
Everything on fleek
My lace and my hair, my nails is laid, laid (Ayy)
Went back for the bag
Got the sack right, now I'm like "Ayy, ayy" (Ayy)
Hop inside the coupe
All gas, no brakes, we do the race, race (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse]
Nigga, you last 'cause you chasin' these hoes
Went all the way in, I'm in love with the rolls
Run up a sack just to shit on you hoes
Got me a bag, now designer my clothes
Steppin' on neck and designer my toes
Your money be funny, you ain't with the bros (Nah)
Hop in the coupe, hit a loop in the Rolls (Skrrt)
Look at my neck and my wrist, it's on froze
Hop on the social, I'm doin' the most (Ayy)
Where is my haters? They hidin' and ghost (Ayy)
Came to your city, I'm running your shit
Came to my city, you runnin' and shit (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
These niggas, they ain't about shit
Hatin' on me like a bitch
Turn up a notch in this bitch
Just blew a bag with the sis (Ayy)
Hop on the Gram, take a pic (Yeah, ayy)
These pussies, they all on my dick
Wanna rock with me and shit
Lotta knots on me and shit
Lotta boppers in this bitch (Lotta boppers in this bitch)
Got a problem, better hit
Talkin' shit, better quit
Say you in love with my lips
We fuckin', you grabbin' my hips, ayy, ayy
Get up, get back to the money
Get rid of the profit and give me some money, ayy