Fuel [Explicit]
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🆔 ID: 31364713
📜 Lyrics
Smoking trees, I'm ridin' 'round
Come to my side of town
Lately, it's been goin', goin' (look, uh)
Goin', goin', goin' down (look)
All of my niggas 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 with 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 niggas spinnin' shit and still sinnin'
In the City of God and it's sinister
Try to pray and repent in a synagoguе
Or a mosque, a temple, a church
Thеm brown skin's seen many niggas hurtin'
And murder's a common courtesy, for certainly
RIP be on the shirt, search, lurk (down, down, down, down, do-do-do-)
Murk, squirt, dirt, First (48)
My nigga 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 played, 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 niggas from the A, niggas all ages
Tryna sell a pound of the dog cage
All the OGs 'round town was our age
Danger, sex and drugs, X and R-rated
(Danger, sex and drugs, shit be outrageous)
But don't get this shit fucked 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 now go back it up
Shawty wanna shag, wanna shack it up
I can put a pussy on the platter like a platypus
Nappy-head nigga, hair natted up
I said, "Barbara," a nigga tatted up
I won't argue, nigga mad as fuck
'Cause I ain't compatible, I'm finna catapult
But niggas know it's goin' (down, down, down, do-do-do-)
If I run out of fuel, I won't
What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't
Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down) run out of fuel (do-do-do-)
That scares the fuck out of you
For a couple decades (brrt)
Been lettin' this text spray (brrt)
From that day that I met Dre (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 a R-A-P-E-R (yeah)
Got so many S-As (S-As), 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 him"
And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me (nah)
Ain't gonna be on no beat, silly (yeah)
I beat the beat silly, on the grind like teeth 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 yay tall then I grew a little
Each day 'til I became God, like James Todd
Now your arms are too short to beat K-Rod (yeah)
Indeed, they small like DJ Paul (whoo)
My new Benz better than your truck by far
Bitch, suck my balls
You either smoke crack and you're playin' stickball in the street
'Cause you must be on base if you're thinkin' you can 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, used to TEC shoots (look out, like, "Brrt")
And that ain't no sound effect (whoo)
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, don't shoot you, you)
They're putting words in my mouth like alphabet soup
Got the most content on the continent
And constant compliments give me confidence (I'ma)
Across the common sense and incompetence (uh)
Incognizant, the conflict's a consequence
Of accomplishments acomplished through competish
I've conquered and conked them into unconsciousness
Through conscious, I conjure this King Kong and just
Call me "Kamikaze," I'm concoctin' this (whoo, my bad)
Nobodies 16's are touching
These motherfuckin' index fingers fuckin' the Nina
Clutchin' the 9mm, tuckin' the heat
Got the toaster like an English muffin
No, I mean "toast to" like you drink to somethin'
But it's in a holster, I proceed to bust and
Fuck around and get popped like Halyna Hutchins
Like I'm Alec Baldwin, what I mean is buckin' you down
Coup de grâce then, right between the fuckin' eyes
Shoot 'em all in if you think you're fuckin' with me
You're gonna suffer the fuckin' repercussions
The reaper's comin', a heathen, I'm Ethan Crumbley (down, down, down)
I keep replenishing fuel while the beat I'm punishin' (do-do-do-)
If I run out of fuel, I won't
What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't
Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down) run out of fuel (do-do-do-)
That scares the fuck out of you
Come to my side of town
Lately, it's been goin', goin' (look, uh)
Goin', goin', goin' down (look)
All of my niggas 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 with 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 niggas spinnin' shit and still sinnin'
In the City of God and it's sinister
Try to pray and repent in a synagoguе
Or a mosque, a temple, a church
Thеm brown skin's seen many niggas hurtin'
And murder's a common courtesy, for certainly
RIP be on the shirt, search, lurk (down, down, down, down, do-do-do-)
Murk, squirt, dirt, First (48)
My nigga 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 played, 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 niggas from the A, niggas all ages
Tryna sell a pound of the dog cage
All the OGs 'round town was our age
Danger, sex and drugs, X and R-rated
(Danger, sex and drugs, shit be outrageous)
But don't get this shit fucked 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 now go back it up
Shawty wanna shag, wanna shack it up
I can put a pussy on the platter like a platypus
Nappy-head nigga, hair natted up
I said, "Barbara," a nigga tatted up
I won't argue, nigga mad as fuck
'Cause I ain't compatible, I'm finna catapult
But niggas know it's goin' (down, down, down, do-do-do-)
If I run out of fuel, I won't
What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't
Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down) run out of fuel (do-do-do-)
That scares the fuck out of you
For a couple decades (brrt)
Been lettin' this text spray (brrt)
From that day that I met Dre (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 a R-A-P-E-R (yeah)
Got so many S-As (S-As), 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 him"
And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me (nah)
Ain't gonna be on no beat, silly (yeah)
I beat the beat silly, on the grind like teeth 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 yay tall then I grew a little
Each day 'til I became God, like James Todd
Now your arms are too short to beat K-Rod (yeah)
Indeed, they small like DJ Paul (whoo)
My new Benz better than your truck by far
Bitch, suck my balls
You either smoke crack and you're playin' stickball in the street
'Cause you must be on base if you're thinkin' you can 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, used to TEC shoots (look out, like, "Brrt")
And that ain't no sound effect (whoo)
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, don't shoot you, you)
They're putting words in my mouth like alphabet soup
Got the most content on the continent
And constant compliments give me confidence (I'ma)
Across the common sense and incompetence (uh)
Incognizant, the conflict's a consequence
Of accomplishments acomplished through competish
I've conquered and conked them into unconsciousness
Through conscious, I conjure this King Kong and just
Call me "Kamikaze," I'm concoctin' this (whoo, my bad)
Nobodies 16's are touching
These motherfuckin' index fingers fuckin' the Nina
Clutchin' the 9mm, tuckin' the heat
Got the toaster like an English muffin
No, I mean "toast to" like you drink to somethin'
But it's in a holster, I proceed to bust and
Fuck around and get popped like Halyna Hutchins
Like I'm Alec Baldwin, what I mean is buckin' you down
Coup de grâce then, right between the fuckin' eyes
Shoot 'em all in if you think you're fuckin' with me
You're gonna suffer the fuckin' repercussions
The reaper's comin', a heathen, I'm Ethan Crumbley (down, down, down)
I keep replenishing fuel while the beat I'm punishin' (do-do-do-)
If I run out of fuel, I won't
What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't
Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down) run out of fuel (do-do-do-)
That scares the fuck out of you
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.04] Smoking trees, I'm ridin' 'round
[00:01.91] Come to my side of town
[00:03.55] Lately, it's been goin', goin' (look, uh)
[00:05.30] Goin', goin', goin' down (look)
[00:06.58] All of my niggas gon' ride with it
[00:08.16] In the pocket, the rocket like Kellen Mond
[00:09.78] Mama told me the power was in the tongue
[00:11.64] But it probably ain't powerful as a gun
[00:13.48] All of you little cowards get devoured
[00:15.12] I'm givin' out flowers to anyone
[00:16.75] I ain't been out the house in a minute
[00:18.16] 'Cause I ain't with it if the money is miniature
[00:20.21] I been mindin' my business, I'm business-minded
[00:22.05] I been spendin' some time with the minister
[00:23.65] 'Cause them niggas spinnin' shit and still sinnin'
[00:25.33] In the City of God and it's sinister
[00:27.18] Try to pray and repent in a synagoguе
[00:28.94] Or a mosque, a temple, a church
[00:30.39] Thеm brown skin's seen many niggas hurtin'
[00:32.22] And murder's a common courtesy, for certainly
[00:34.14] RIP be on the shirt, search, lurk (down, down, down, down, do-do-do-)
[00:36.28] Murk, squirt, dirt, First (48)
[00:38.15] My nigga doin' four plus eight without a court date
[00:39.93] Talked the other day, he say he doin' okay
[00:41.83] He good, he gainin' weight, then got a sharp shank
[00:43.48] He made, he say they played, they gotta partake
[00:45.55] Homie got a heart full of hate and a face full of war paint
[00:47.75] Eyes all red, full of rage and it's hard to escape from a dark place
[00:50.57] East side niggas from the A, niggas all ages
[00:52.62] Tryna sell a pound of the dog cage
[00:53.91] All the OGs 'round town was our age
[00:55.81] Danger, sex and drugs, X and R-rated
[00:57.44] (Danger, sex and drugs, shit be outrageous)
[00:59.06] But don't get this shit fucked up, my boy
[01:00.62] Ya lucked up once then ya doubled up
[01:02.02] I dribble and pass it to the cup and triple-double it
[01:03.83] Get to the basket, get the cash and cuddle up
[01:05.41] Cover up, bundle up, batter up (batter up)
[01:07.47] Um, talk a lot of smack and now go back it up
[01:09.43] Shawty wanna shag, wanna shack it up
[01:11.03] I can put a pussy on the platter like a platypus
[01:12.93] Nappy-head nigga, hair natted up
[01:14.38] I said, "Barbara," a nigga tatted up
[01:16.25] I won't argue, nigga mad as fuck
[01:17.89] 'Cause I ain't compatible, I'm finna catapult
[01:19.05] But niggas know it's goin' (down, down, down, do-do-do-)
[01:22.49] If I run out of fuel, I won't
[01:25.67] What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't
[01:29.58] Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down) run out of fuel (do-do-do-)
[01:32.48] That scares the fuck out of you
[01:33.20] For a couple decades (brrt)
[01:34.33] Been lettin' this text spray (brrt)
[01:35.47] From that day that I met Dre (brrt)
[01:36.76] So you liable to catch strays (brrt)
[01:37.76] From the second you press play (what?)
[01:39.21] I suggest they (what?)
[01:40.14] Do not test like an essay (why?)
[01:41.32] 'Cause like where my homies out west, stay (yeah)
[01:43.17] We can just say (what?)
[01:43.91] I'm like a R-A-P-E-R (yeah)
[01:45.55] Got so many S-As (S-As), S-As (huh)
[01:47.68] Wait, he didn't just spell the word
[01:49.33] "Rapper" and leave out a P, did he? (Yep)
[01:51.29] R.I.P., rest in peace, Biggie
[01:52.85] And Pac, both of y'all should be living (yep)
[01:54.76] But I ain't tryna beef with him (nope)
[01:55.81] 'Cause he might put a hit on me like, "Keefe D, get him"
[01:57.98] And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me (nah)
[01:59.87] Ain't gonna be on no beat, silly (yeah)
[02:01.49] I beat the beat silly, on the grind like teeth gritting
[02:03.61] Call me "Obesity" (why?)
[02:04.90] You think it's over? Wait, it's just beginning
[02:06.82] Diss me and it ain't gonna be pretty (nah)
[02:08.50] Used to be yay tall then I grew a little
[02:10.17] Each day 'til I became God, like James Todd
[02:12.13] Now your arms are too short to beat K-Rod (yeah)
[02:13.83] Indeed, they small like DJ Paul (whoo)
[02:15.45] My new Benz better than your truck by far
[02:17.00] Bitch, suck my balls
[02:18.31] You either smoke crack and you're playin' stickball in the street
[02:20.15] 'Cause you must be on base if you're thinkin' you can touch my car (yeah)
[02:22.50] But if the whole world was out to get you (what?)
[02:24.34] It'd turn you to a powder keg too
[02:25.92] Kyle Rittenhouse, spittin' rounds, used to TEC shoots (look out, like, "Brrt")
[02:28.18] And that ain't no sound effect (whoo)
[02:29.41] Neither was that, SIG Sauer lets loose
[02:31.23] I don't condone gun violence at schools (nah)
[02:32.82] But I can't get these voices out my head (hey, don't shoot you, you)
[02:34.43] They're putting words in my mouth like alphabet soup
[02:36.32] Got the most content on the continent
[02:37.94] And constant compliments give me confidence (I'ma)
[02:39.58] Across the common sense and incompetence (uh)
[02:41.10] Incognizant, the conflict's a consequence
[02:43.08] Of accomplishments acomplished through competish
[02:44.98] I've conquered and conked them into unconsciousness
[02:46.55] Through conscious, I conjure this King Kong and just
[02:48.44] Call me "Kamikaze," I'm concoctin' this (whoo, my bad)
[02:50.39] Nobodies 16's are touching
[02:51.94] These motherfuckin' index fingers fuckin' the Nina
[02:54.01] Clutchin' the 9mm, tuckin' the heat
[02:55.79] Got the toaster like an English muffin
[02:57.05] No, I mean "toast to" like you drink to somethin'
[02:58.92] But it's in a holster, I proceed to bust and
[03:00.52] Fuck around and get popped like Halyna Hutchins
[03:02.44] Like I'm Alec Baldwin, what I mean is buckin' you down
[03:04.38] Coup de grâce then, right between the fuckin' eyes
[03:06.24] Shoot 'em all in if you think you're fuckin' with me
[03:07.88] You're gonna suffer the fuckin' repercussions
[03:09.14] The reaper's comin', a heathen, I'm Ethan Crumbley (down, down, down)
[03:11.04] I keep replenishing fuel while the beat I'm punishin' (do-do-do-)
[03:12.19] If I run out of fuel, I won't
[03:15.19] What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't
[03:19.15] Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down) run out of fuel (do-do-do-)
[03:21.94] That scares the fuck out of you
[03:22.91]
[00:01.91] Come to my side of town
[00:03.55] Lately, it's been goin', goin' (look, uh)
[00:05.30] Goin', goin', goin' down (look)
[00:06.58] All of my niggas gon' ride with it
[00:08.16] In the pocket, the rocket like Kellen Mond
[00:09.78] Mama told me the power was in the tongue
[00:11.64] But it probably ain't powerful as a gun
[00:13.48] All of you little cowards get devoured
[00:15.12] I'm givin' out flowers to anyone
[00:16.75] I ain't been out the house in a minute
[00:18.16] 'Cause I ain't with it if the money is miniature
[00:20.21] I been mindin' my business, I'm business-minded
[00:22.05] I been spendin' some time with the minister
[00:23.65] 'Cause them niggas spinnin' shit and still sinnin'
[00:25.33] In the City of God and it's sinister
[00:27.18] Try to pray and repent in a synagoguе
[00:28.94] Or a mosque, a temple, a church
[00:30.39] Thеm brown skin's seen many niggas hurtin'
[00:32.22] And murder's a common courtesy, for certainly
[00:34.14] RIP be on the shirt, search, lurk (down, down, down, down, do-do-do-)
[00:36.28] Murk, squirt, dirt, First (48)
[00:38.15] My nigga doin' four plus eight without a court date
[00:39.93] Talked the other day, he say he doin' okay
[00:41.83] He good, he gainin' weight, then got a sharp shank
[00:43.48] He made, he say they played, they gotta partake
[00:45.55] Homie got a heart full of hate and a face full of war paint
[00:47.75] Eyes all red, full of rage and it's hard to escape from a dark place
[00:50.57] East side niggas from the A, niggas all ages
[00:52.62] Tryna sell a pound of the dog cage
[00:53.91] All the OGs 'round town was our age
[00:55.81] Danger, sex and drugs, X and R-rated
[00:57.44] (Danger, sex and drugs, shit be outrageous)
[00:59.06] But don't get this shit fucked up, my boy
[01:00.62] Ya lucked up once then ya doubled up
[01:02.02] I dribble and pass it to the cup and triple-double it
[01:03.83] Get to the basket, get the cash and cuddle up
[01:05.41] Cover up, bundle up, batter up (batter up)
[01:07.47] Um, talk a lot of smack and now go back it up
[01:09.43] Shawty wanna shag, wanna shack it up
[01:11.03] I can put a pussy on the platter like a platypus
[01:12.93] Nappy-head nigga, hair natted up
[01:14.38] I said, "Barbara," a nigga tatted up
[01:16.25] I won't argue, nigga mad as fuck
[01:17.89] 'Cause I ain't compatible, I'm finna catapult
[01:19.05] But niggas know it's goin' (down, down, down, do-do-do-)
[01:22.49] If I run out of fuel, I won't
[01:25.67] What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't
[01:29.58] Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down) run out of fuel (do-do-do-)
[01:32.48] That scares the fuck out of you
[01:33.20] For a couple decades (brrt)
[01:34.33] Been lettin' this text spray (brrt)
[01:35.47] From that day that I met Dre (brrt)
[01:36.76] So you liable to catch strays (brrt)
[01:37.76] From the second you press play (what?)
[01:39.21] I suggest they (what?)
[01:40.14] Do not test like an essay (why?)
[01:41.32] 'Cause like where my homies out west, stay (yeah)
[01:43.17] We can just say (what?)
[01:43.91] I'm like a R-A-P-E-R (yeah)
[01:45.55] Got so many S-As (S-As), S-As (huh)
[01:47.68] Wait, he didn't just spell the word
[01:49.33] "Rapper" and leave out a P, did he? (Yep)
[01:51.29] R.I.P., rest in peace, Biggie
[01:52.85] And Pac, both of y'all should be living (yep)
[01:54.76] But I ain't tryna beef with him (nope)
[01:55.81] 'Cause he might put a hit on me like, "Keefe D, get him"
[01:57.98] And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me (nah)
[01:59.87] Ain't gonna be on no beat, silly (yeah)
[02:01.49] I beat the beat silly, on the grind like teeth gritting
[02:03.61] Call me "Obesity" (why?)
[02:04.90] You think it's over? Wait, it's just beginning
[02:06.82] Diss me and it ain't gonna be pretty (nah)
[02:08.50] Used to be yay tall then I grew a little
[02:10.17] Each day 'til I became God, like James Todd
[02:12.13] Now your arms are too short to beat K-Rod (yeah)
[02:13.83] Indeed, they small like DJ Paul (whoo)
[02:15.45] My new Benz better than your truck by far
[02:17.00] Bitch, suck my balls
[02:18.31] You either smoke crack and you're playin' stickball in the street
[02:20.15] 'Cause you must be on base if you're thinkin' you can touch my car (yeah)
[02:22.50] But if the whole world was out to get you (what?)
[02:24.34] It'd turn you to a powder keg too
[02:25.92] Kyle Rittenhouse, spittin' rounds, used to TEC shoots (look out, like, "Brrt")
[02:28.18] And that ain't no sound effect (whoo)
[02:29.41] Neither was that, SIG Sauer lets loose
[02:31.23] I don't condone gun violence at schools (nah)
[02:32.82] But I can't get these voices out my head (hey, don't shoot you, you)
[02:34.43] They're putting words in my mouth like alphabet soup
[02:36.32] Got the most content on the continent
[02:37.94] And constant compliments give me confidence (I'ma)
[02:39.58] Across the common sense and incompetence (uh)
[02:41.10] Incognizant, the conflict's a consequence
[02:43.08] Of accomplishments acomplished through competish
[02:44.98] I've conquered and conked them into unconsciousness
[02:46.55] Through conscious, I conjure this King Kong and just
[02:48.44] Call me "Kamikaze," I'm concoctin' this (whoo, my bad)
[02:50.39] Nobodies 16's are touching
[02:51.94] These motherfuckin' index fingers fuckin' the Nina
[02:54.01] Clutchin' the 9mm, tuckin' the heat
[02:55.79] Got the toaster like an English muffin
[02:57.05] No, I mean "toast to" like you drink to somethin'
[02:58.92] But it's in a holster, I proceed to bust and
[03:00.52] Fuck around and get popped like Halyna Hutchins
[03:02.44] Like I'm Alec Baldwin, what I mean is buckin' you down
[03:04.38] Coup de grâce then, right between the fuckin' eyes
[03:06.24] Shoot 'em all in if you think you're fuckin' with me
[03:07.88] You're gonna suffer the fuckin' repercussions
[03:09.14] The reaper's comin', a heathen, I'm Ethan Crumbley (down, down, down)
[03:11.04] I keep replenishing fuel while the beat I'm punishin' (do-do-do-)
[03:12.19] If I run out of fuel, I won't
[03:15.19] What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't
[03:19.15] Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down) run out of fuel (do-do-do-)
[03:21.94] That scares the fuck out of you
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