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vegitopack - run out of fuel كلمات أغنية

[intro: yummyeats & pretty p]
smokin’ trees, i’m ridin’ ’round
come to my side of town
lately, it’s been goin’, goin’, goin’, goin’, goin’ down (look, uh, look)

[verse 1: pretty p & yummyeats]
all of my n_ggas gon’ ride with it
in the pocket, the rocket like kellen mond
mama told me the power was in the tongue
but it probably ain’t powerful as a gun
all of you little cowards get devoured, i’m givin’ out flowers to anyone
i ain’t been out the house in a minute ’cause i ain’t wit’ it if the money is miniature
i been mindin’ my business, i’m business_minded
i been spendin’ some time with the minister
’cause them n_ggas spinnin’ sh_t and still sinnin’ in the city of god and it’s sinister
try to pray and rеpent in a synagogue or a mosque, a tеmple, a church
them brown skin’s sentiment n_ggas hurtin’
and murder’s a common courtesy, for certainly
r.i.p. be on the shirt, search, lurk, murk, squirt, dirt, first (down, down, down, down, do_do_do_do—)
my n_gga doin’ four plus eight without a court date
talked the other day, he say he doin’ okay
he good, he gainin’ weight, then got a sharp shank
he made, he say they play, they gotta partake
homie got a heart full of hate and a face full of war paint
eyes all red, full of rage and it’s hard to escape from a dark place
east side n_ggas from the a, n_ggas all ages
tryna sell a pound of the dog cage
all the ogs ’round town was our age
danger, s_x, and drugs, x and r_rated
danger, s_x, and drugs, sh_t be outrageous
but don’t get this sh_t f_cked up, my boy
ya lucked up once, then ya doubled up
i dribble and pass it to the cup and triple_double it
get to the basket, get the cash and cuddle up
cover up, bundle up, batter up (batter up)
um, talk a lot of smack and i could back it up
shawty wanna sh_g, wanna shack it up
i can put her p_ssy on the platter like a platypus
nappy_head n_gga, hair natted up
i said, “barbara,” a n_gga tatted up
i won’t argue, n_gga mad as f_ck
’cause they ain’t compatible, i’m finna catapult
but n_ggas know it’s goin’
(down, down, down, down, do_do_do_do—)
[chorus: drxvegitoz & yummyeats]
if i run out of fuel, i won’t
what the f_ck y’all gon’ do if i don’t
run out of fuel? (down, down, down, down, do_do_do_do—)
that scares the f_ck out of you

[verse 2: drxvegitoz]
for a couple decades (brrt)
been lettin’ this tec spray (brrt)
from that day that i met bro (brrt)
so you liable to catch strays (brrt)
from the second you press play (what?)
i suggest they (what?)
do not test like an essay (why?)
’cause like where my homies out west stay (yeah)
we can just say (what?)
i’m like an r_a_p_e_r (yeah)
got so many eses (eses), s_as (huh)
wait, he didn’t just spell the word “rapper” and leave out a p, did he? (yep)
r.i.p., rest in peace, biggie
and pac, both of y’all should be living (yep)
but i ain’t tryna beef with him (nope)
’cause he might put a hit on me like, “keefe d, get ’em”
and that’s the only way you’re gonna be k!lling me (nah)
ain’t gonna be on no beat, silly (yeah)
i beat the beat silly, on the grind like t__th gritting
call me “obesity” (why?)
you think it’s over? wait, it’s just beginning
diss me and it ain’t gonna be pretty (nah)
used to be yea tall, then i grew a little each day ’til i became god
like james todd, now your arms are too short to bk brawl
indeed, they small like dj paul (woo)
my new benz better than your truck by far
b_tch, suck my b_lls
you either smoke crack or you’re playin’ stickball in the street
’cause you must be on base if you thinkin’ you could touch my car (yeah)
but if the whole world was out to get you (what?)
it’d turn you to a powder keg too
kyle rittenhouse, spittin’ rounds, the tec shoots like (look out, brrt)
and that ain’t no sound effect (woo)
neither was that, sig sauer lets loose
i don’t condone gun violence at schools (nah)
but i can’t get these voices out my head (hey, bro, k!ll, k!ll, k!ll)
they’re putting words in my mouth like alphabet soup
got the most content on the continent
and constant compliments give me confidence (i’m a)
to cross of common sense and incompetence (uh)
i’m cognizant that conflict’s a consequence (what?)
of accomplishments and comp is no competish
i’ve conquered and conked ’em into unconsciousness
no conscience, i conjure this king kong or just
call me “kamikaze,” i’m concoctin’ this (woo, my bad)
but n0body’s sixteens are touchin’ these
my f_ckin’ index fingers f_ckin’ the nina
clutchin’ the 9 millimeter, tuckin’ the heat
got the toaster like an english m_ffin
no, i mean “toast to” like you drink to somethin’
but it’s in a holster, i proceed to bustin’
f_ck around and get popped like halyna hutchins
like i’m alec baldwin, what i mean is buckin’ you down
coup deez nutsthen, right between the f_ckin’ eyes
shoot ’em all in, if you think you’re f_ckin’ with me
you’re gonna suffer the f_ckin’ repercussions
the reaper’s comin’, a heathen, i’m ethan crumbley
i keep replenishing fuel while the beat i’m punishing

[chorus: drxvegitoz & yummyeats]
if i run out of fuel, i won’t
what the f_ck y’all gon’ do if i don’t
run out of fuel? (down, down, down, down, do_do_do_do—)
that scares the f_ck out of you

- vegitopack

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