Kid Ink - Ga**ed Up lyrics

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Kid Ink - Ga**ed Up lyrics

[Intro] One big chain, but it feel like two, though Big-a** whip, they don’t make it in a two-door Two big blunts to the head like a tumor Steady laughing to the bank, b**h, I’ve got a lot of humor [Hook] I see you ga**ed up – don’t be a hype beast Look around, n***as dressed just like me I pull the same hoes in a white tee Shine bright, diamonds need a f**ing ice tray [Verse 1] Eyesight gone, I’m a f**ing liability Life been a b**h since I took that hoe’s virginity I lost my emotions, can’t find sympathy High off life and can’t nobody intervene b**h, I’m blowing up like AP chemistry Feeling like a menace since I went in on my enemies I never gave a f** ‘bout a s**er n***a anyway The heat on the dresser, still tryna find my… Naw, you don’t wanna see me ugly, my inner beast R.I.P. the club, in loving memory Wake up in the morning and I can’t remember anything Probably shouldn’t have drank with my stomach so empty sh**, I’m wilding – see it in my face See the keys? If it drop, you should get up out the way Man, I’m sitting on the world, looking into outer space Sitting in the Range squares got me feeling out of shape It’s Alumni, b**h, know I’m repping to the grave ATM, pull the PIN out like a grenade And money rain all on that a** like a bidet It’s back, g**n, got ‘em throwin’ up that OK All up in your face, in your face like “ole” I’m just getting started, but the game is f**ing over Hit you with that 5, baby, right up off the stovetop Meet me at the Shell, Mobil or the Chevron, b**h [Hook] I see you ga**ed up – don’t be a hype beast Look around, n***as dressed just like me I pull the same hoes in a white tee Shine bright, diamonds need a f**ing ice tray [Verse 2] I say Swaggershipshawty, Kid Ink, baby, KI Call me by my name, but don’t call me in the daytime I don’t really skate, but I got these b**hes in line All you n***as thought I would’ve changed when the deal signed Up all night, take a look into my pale eyes Gotta keep it G ‘til my motherf**ing demise Whoop it, whoop it hard, can’t park this hoe ‘Bout to buy a crib, babysit department store I ain’t scared of nobody, and I don’t know no other way Them dudes you with is nobody, we shutting down the VIP Table full of baddies, bunch of Rihanna and Beyonces Maker played his cards right, all I got is Ace Of Spades Back to hit a home run, bases loaded, safe to say I been f**in’ on one, you just finally seen the day