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XXXTENTACION, Flyboy Tarantino, Kid Trunks, Bass Santana & Kin$oul – Gassed Up! Lyrics

Gassed Up!

XXXTENTACION, Flyboy Tarantino, Kid Trunks, Bass Santana & Kin$oul

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"Gassed Up!." - XXXTENTACION, Flyboy Tarantino, Kid Trunks, Bass Santana & Kin$oul

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 03:32 am

Album: XXXTENTACION Presents: Members Only, Vol. 4

Track No: 04

Ay, ay, huh
I'm so gassed up! Uh, I'm so gassed up!
Uh, I'm so gassed up! Uh, so gassed up!
I'm so gassed up! Uh, so gassed up!
I'm so gassed up! Uh, okay, gassed up!
One-take Timmy, I hit with no jimmy (I hit with no jimmy)
They don't feel me, whip my dick out, she like, "Gimme"
(She like, "Gimme")
Burnt rubber, fat motherfucker
**** hatin', boy, you're lame
Pillow talkin' undercover (Undercover)
If you could take my bitch, then I can't love her (Oh, no)
Peanut butter, chocolate-covered, I can't trust 'em (I can't trust 'em)
Google me, I'm somethin', came from nothin'
Okay, I'm so gassed up! Told my lil' bitch call when she come
She so gassed up! She give top with mask off
Foam on my dick like bath salts
She at my show, that's your fault
Six sherms in the back of the tour bus
We at the top of the food chain
Kickin' shit, you can call me Liu Kang
VVS, white gold, my new chain
Runnin' up to the bat like Usain
She don't wanna know about the group name
All about the bag for the damn fame
You broke, that's a fact, that's a damn shame
I'm so gassed up! I can't do nothin' about it
If you passed up, don't hit my phone or talk about it, okay
I'm so gassed up! Uh, I'm so gassed up!
Uh, I'm so gassed up! Uh, so gassed up!
I'm so gassed up! Uh, so gassed up!
I'm so gassed up! Uh, okay, gassed up!
Yeah, I'm so gassed up! Gassed up! Gassed up! (Gassed)
Please don't hit me up if you ain't tryna match, bruh (What?)
Ed, Edd n Eddy kush, smokin' on them jawbreakers, yeah
Fuck the police, bitch, I'm a lawbreaker, yeah
Always smokin' fire like I'm always shootin' nines
Money on my mind, so I can't waste time
Hit the dough, foamin' out my mouth, I ate some soul food
Wu-Tang ho, fuck it, I'ma blow me down a O
I can't hit your shit, ain't no grabba in your paper, uh-uh
I need me a spliff, bitch, I ain't smokin' no vapor, mm-mm
If it ain't 'bout bags, keep your two cents (Keep your two cents)
Drop top the coupe, make the roof split (Make the roof split)
Ay, I'm your noisy neighbor, yeah
My dawg got off papers, yeah
I just got 'em faded, yeah
Off different flavors, bitch
Baby mama's blazin', yeah
Put your bitch in labor, yeah
Kid Trunks, that's my Asian, yeah
Don't fuck around with ya
I just bust a pack and hit the Backwood, I might black out on a bitch
(What?)
Jealousy could eat you up alive, just focus on the lane you in
(What?)
Blunted up and count it up, I lose my mind, but always seem to win
(What?)
I'm so fuckin' gassed up! Blow the kush and fade away again, bitch
I'm so gassed up! Uh, I'm so gassed up!
Uh, I'm so gassed up! Uh, so gassed up!
I'm so gassed up! Uh, so gassed up!
I'm so gassed up! Uh, okay, gassed up!
Gassed up! Hey, I'm so gassed up! Hey
Smokin' blows onto my face, I'm so damn stuck, ay
Gassed up! Hey, I'm so gassed up! Hey
Smokin' blows onto my face, I'm so damn stuck, ay

Writer(s): XXXTENTACION, Flyboy Tarantino, Bass Santana & Kin$oul.

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