Pedal Up Lyrics – Dasgasdom3
Singer: Dasgasdom3
Title: Pedal Up
B*t*h
Uh, uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grr, yeah, uh
I’m breaking these n***as, we pop ’em like Kit Kat
Ain’t with the sh*t-talking, I ain’t with the chit-chat
Upping the pole, put the Glock where his hip at
We wiping his nose with a towel or a big rag
All of my n***as, we ain’t with the talking
You speak on my name, know that come with a coffin
Every day shooting, ain’t missing my target
We picking and painting your body, no caution
B*t*h, b*t*h
Yeah, yeah
I got the heat with the money like mayo
She wanna f**k ’cause I got me them pesos
Back it up, b*t*h, better do what I say so
Throw that #ss back on my d**k like a halo
Opps in the cut, know we posted and stay low
Shoot their #ss up, wet ’em up like a Faygo
B*t*h, b*t*h, we gon’ wet ’em up, wet ’em up
I got the Glock with the beam, it’s gon’ pedal up
No, we ain’t needing for speed with my weapon tucked
N***a was dreaming, he thought I was lacking
Hop on the scene and it’s movie, it’s action
N***as be fiending, they thinking I’m capping
Glock with a beam, make you do Michael Jackson, b*t*h
Shoot a moonrock, on moonrock in the cut
F**k on that b*t*h, got my d**k in her guts
N***as be talking until they get busted
Roll down the ‘Wood, smoke him up like a Dutch
Everybody up on my d**k with the same sh*t
Stop all that capping and that with that gang sh*t
You n***as lame, you can’t hang with the gang, b*t*h
Shoot at your face with the Glock, b*t*h, it’s aimless
B*t*h, ain’t no amateur, know that I’m shooting
Balling since a jit, a NBA hooper
Young n***a ball ’til I fall like I’m Future
All that it take is one call, I’ma do ya
Look in my eyes, you gon’ die, what you preaching?
Catch up the clout, I got money for features
Chasing a bag, I do that every season
N***as be hating, I don’t know the reason
Portray what they faking, they cap on the internet
Speak on the internet, b*t*h, you is into that
You n***as cap, you could never admit to that
I got a slip to the clip, put an end to that
Making him dance, b*t*hes do the bachata
Pooping his pants, yeah, that n***a a toddler
Sending your mans to the sky with this chopper
Making it slow, make him sing like an Oscar
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah
She wanna f**k with the gang, yeah
Told that b*t*h give me brain, yeah
She wanna bang, bang, bang
B*t*h, we gon’ wet ’em up, wet ’em up
I got the Glock with the beam, it’s gon’ pedal up
No, we ain’t needing for speed with my weapon tucked
N***a was dreaming, he thought I was lacking
Hop on the scene and it’s movie, it’s action
N***as be fiending, they thinking I’m capping
Shoot at your #ss with designer, it’s fashion
Glock with a beam, make you do Michael Jackson, b*t*h
Yeah, yeah
Glock with the beam, Michael Jackson
Glock with the beam, Michael Jackson
Yeah, Billie Jean, Michael Jackson
B*t*h
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