[Produced by Cardiak]

[Intro: Kid Ink]

Okay

One big chain but it feel like 2 doe

Big ass whip, they don't make it in a two-door

Two big blunts to the head like a tumor

Steady laughing to the bank

Bitch I got a lot of humor

[Hook: Kid Ink]

See you gassed up, don't be a hype beast

I look around, niggas dressed just like me

I pull the same hoes in a white tee

Shine bright, diamonds need a fucking ice tray

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]

Eyesight gone, I'm a fuckin' liability

Life's been a bitch since I took that ho's virginity

I lost my emotions, can't find sympathy

High off life and can't nobody intervene

Bitch I'm blowing up like AP Chemistry

Feels like a menace since I went in on my enemies

Never gave a fuck 'bout a sucka nigga anyway

That heater on the dresser, still trynna find my inner peace

Now you don't wanna see me unleash my inner beast

R.I.P. the club in loving memory

Wake up in the morning and I can't remember anything

Probably shouldn't have drank with my stomach so empty

Shit I'm wilding, see it in my face

See the keys if it drop you should get up out the way

Man I'm sitting on the world looking into outer space

Sitting around you squares got me feeling outta shape

It's Alumni bitch, know I repping to the grave

ATM pull the pin out like the grenade

And money rain all on that ass like a bidet

This Bat Gang bang, got them throwing up that OK

All up in your face, in your face like olé

I'm just getting started but the game is fucking OV

Hit you with that fire baby, right off up the stove top

Meet me at the Shell, Mobil or the Chevron, bitch I

[Hook]

See you gassed up, don't be a hype beast

I look around, niggas dressed just like me

I pull the same hoes in a white tee

Shine bright, diamonds need a fucking ice tray

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]

I said it's Rocketshipshawty, Kid Ink baby, K.I

Call me by my name but don't call me in the daytime

I don't really skate but I got these bitches in line

Know you niggas thought I would've changed when the deal signed

Up all night, take a look into my pale eyes

Gotta keep it G till my mothafuckin' demise

Whip it, whip it hard, can't park this ho

'Bout to buy a crib big as a department store

I ain't scared of nobody and I don't know no other way

Them dudes you with is nobody's, we shutting down the VIP

Table full of baddies bunch of Rihanna's and Beyonce's

Nigga played his cards right, all I got is ace of spades

'Bout to hit a homerun, bases loaded, safe to say

I been fuckin' on one, you just finally seen today

Gassed up, gassed gassed up