RIP FATT Jace! (iayze)
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[Intro]
(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)
[Chorus]
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)
Gеt on his head, he's done, huh, what?
Mе and that VVS bond
Money on me, all I know is flexin'
I don't wear Rick or Dior
[Verse 2]
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
(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)
[Chorus]
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)
Gеt on his head, he's done, huh, what?
Mе and that VVS bond
Money on me, all I know is flexin'
I don't wear Rick or Dior
[Verse 2]
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
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