Foot On The Gas Video (MV)

Look keep that same energy
That bitch a pimp she take every player she can like she's building up a fantasy
I got a grip on the ball and my eyes to the basket nigga don't you dare get involved
It's gonna take more than some defense for me to be stopped
I'm on fire man every two weeks I be dropping
I got my head in the clouds cause nothing was the same since I put a song out
Ain't no more messing around I'm dropping every day until we all ball out
And we gon' ball out this shit a call out as soon as Corona over we gon' come out
Imma turn my house into a club and you gon' be turning to clubhouse
Chilling on clubhouse it ain't no love I feel like whenever we hung out
It was never nothing special never was sprung out
Unless you worked with that tongue out
It was never with the passion plus I got a few homie that told they were smashing
What a reverse of event from now on I'll put a curse at the end of every relationship
Ain't no more saving I'm just bout' baking and making my cake and shit
She like that kinky shit somethings I can't say on record cause it would need censorship
Damn look I'm really trying to be on top I made Mirror
And I made Kill to Have and all of the sudden I've gone pop
Motherf*cker everyday I grow older too hot to be having a cold shoulder
Can't f*ck with that well than the show's over can't see me with a cap like Joe Goldberg
Got a hoe almost old as Hulk Hogan got a flow goated even the pope knows it
Never go to church but I'm Jehovah's closest know that everything isn't a hocus pocus

Yeah I'm snapping the f*ck out you don't like it you can get the f*ck out
You don't got the house we can just f*ck out we see the weather we say f*ck out
I'm f*cking with the singles man f*ck albums
Until I get at least twelve platinums
Until I get a week twelve thousand
I'm in the pussy that's your step dad's in