Y3 - Good Gas, FKi 1st

Haha, good job, 1st

Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin', nigga, aye!

Aye, what we doing?

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Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3 (everything)

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My left pocket Lex Luger (left pocket, left)

My right pocket Big Show (woo!)

Pull up in that bih head first

Kawasaki Enduro (*skrrt*)

Everything 'bout you wack (wack!)

Why yo' bitch built like that?

(why?)

All my pocket so fat (why?)

Racks on t-top of racks

Yeah you know where to find me at

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These bitches like me, like me, like me, like me (man they love the fuck outta

me)

Wrist game icy, icy, icy, icy (man look at that shit)

That shit pricey, pricey, pricey, pricey

These fuck niggas don’t like me, 'cause I got that baby mama in some

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I ain’t gon' never fail, fuck that

Supreme rack on the coupe, fuck rap

I don’t really know y’all, no doubt

The bitch came with y’all, she on my lap

This is not backpack, big racks

Nigga, ain’t shit free, plus cash

Boy I found my own way, no map

Can’t no maybe hit my baby nigga, no cap

I do all kinds of shit, I take all kinds of trips

I seen all kinds of shit, I take all kinds of risks

Focus on dividends, make sure it’s coming in

So my grandma can afford a Benz, nigga work hard like I got a hundred twins

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Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, everything

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Haha, good job, 1st

Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin', nigga, aye!