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Gas Station Run lyrics

Performers Larry JuneCardo

Gas Station Run song lyrics by Larry June official

Gas Station Run is a song in English

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
You know
Bouncin' out at the gas station and shit
Lambos and 'Raris
We can't make this shit up nigga, yaw mean?
Cardo, what's happenin'?
Into the late night, straight up
Numbers, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Fifty on three, ninety one when I'm pumpin'
It's Friday night, and the blade is jumpin'
She put it in my hand now I'm smokin' and I'm thumbin'
If she ain't cashin' out then she gotta do somethin'
Bounced out, parking lot pimp, motor runnin'
Somthin' on me chunky, 'case a nigga try somethin'
I'on't give a fuck about your motherfuckin' politics
Get up off your ass lil' nigga make somethin'
Money on my motherfuckin' mind while I'm slidin'
Cardo hit my phone like, "Larry when we drivin'?"
I said, "Off top, hit the left, perfect timin'"
I was in the Gold Club in the city, rockin' diamonds
Locked eyes with her, and I knocked fasho
Said she just like to dance she don't like to ho
I said cool, take a nigga number and hit me
The next week she was slidin' in my black six fifty
What's happenin'?

You know I'm sayin'
Money counters and shit, doin' numbers, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (good job)
Late night cruisin' you know I mean?
Somethin' wet with me too (yes, Lord)
And you know she gon' do numbers nigga (good job)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I was just gon' do one verse
But fuck it, I hit this weed
I'm in LA with Snoop, Texas with Bun B.
Screamin' R.I.P. Pimp C
I'm a fresh ass nigga with a whole lotta game
Goyard backpack, hoppin' off the plane
If I'on't do nothin', bitch, I'ma get paid
Hold on, let me wipe the dust off my shades
Movin' groovin' dippin' slidin'
What a time, but I'm gettin' head on a island
You're beautiful, gorgeous, ooh, stylin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ooh, back shots, hoo, wylin'
One whip, two whip, three, can't decide
Hold on, wood grain wheel when I'm ridin' (ridin')
Don't check me bitch check that mileage (mileage)
Certified Mack in this motherfucka vibin'
What's happenin'?

Yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Touch screen toasters and shit (Good job Larry, you've done good)
You know that's regular and shit, yah mean?
Told that bitch whip it up quick, yah mean?
I got shit to do
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Numbers, with yo' sexy ass
Know I love it when you do that (good job)
Numbers
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yee-hee, Cardo
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Into the late night into the late night
Yeah, uh, shh, shh
What's happenin', yee-hee
TFM, yes Lord, yeah, shh, shh, shh

I'ma keep all that
Lyrics copyright : legal lyrics licensed by Lyricfind.
No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writers: Larry Eugene Hendricks, Ronald Nathan LaTour Jr.
Copyright: INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY COLLECTIONS, Universal Music Publishing Group

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