Xavi - Gassed Up Lyrics

Pull up in pelle pelle
Got the iron by my belly
Chicken chunk like it's a deli
We gon leave a nigga smelly
Warzone hit em from the heli
We gon rob nigga like a Telly
Do his ass like melly
Cus I got murder on my mind
Pray to god that he gets 3 lives
So I can kill him 3 times
9 to my head hope I die
Go to hell then I black out his eye
That's what you get when you try
To disrespect me, it's an all white tee
And yo boys get scared acting like they on a leash
Niggas don't know what kinda trouble I can bring
Cus I'm young and I'm reckless not known on the streets
I ain't no butcher cut the beef? Shit ain't familiar with me
Cus I don't fight don't got the reach, arms too short for the swing
That's why I up the Ruger let it ring

Stacking my money get the cheese
Carb loading all this bread in my jeans
Seeing what the paper bring
Niggas saying money is a sin
But Money solving every single problem for me

Too busy cashing the checks
Dope that I'm selling got my junkies in a hex
Every nigga knows I'm next
Apex in the jungle like Tyrannosaurus rex
Random niggas out here dissing sets
Niggas don't even have no beef
They not even in the streets they just on discord like the rest
A twisted fantasy leaving blood on the leaves
When that nigga looking out to the west
Take off at the light let his ass get left
Blood stains sitting on the seats of his vet
Cus the nigga lost the bet
hands wet with sweat
Saw his ass sending the text to set
Mentioning my wealth preying on my lack of debt
So I'm loading up the clip fighting disrespect
Go ahead reach for the chain around my neck
Before you reach me you'll be laying on your back

Stacking my money get the cheese
Carb loading all this bread in my jeans
Seeing what the paper bring
Niggas saying money is a sin
But Money solving every single problem for me

Now I'm gassed up in the Stu what it do
Niggas see me coming cool and don't know what to do
Fresh cut all the hoes see me and they drool
they get up close tall girls see I need a stool
Just know I don't worry laying bool
Chillin with my felons in the trap in my lap is the tool
Sack in my lap filled with loot
Don't worry bout me and I promise I won't worry bout u
Feeling bored wanna act a fool
If I was Aladdin right now I wish a nigga'd come thru

Stacking my money get the cheese
Carb loading all this bread in my jeans
Seeing what the paper bring
Niggas saying money is a sin
But Money solving every single problem for me