Lyrics

Gas to the face, My lady next to me
My hands round her waist and she down for me
I’m out here making moves, she hate it when I leave
I don’t waste no time, someone out there watching me

Fuck a green screen bae you get the real thing
We ain't little tykes you only getting big things
More than a taste you gonna get the whole treat
Have you foldin' clothes like a J.Cole beat
Our lovin' like no other when we under the covers
Give you discipline like you in trouble
Aye I rock ya world like the bright sun
When we love and we finish, I pack and light one
What a good time cuz I work hard for it
When you hear me rhyme bae you applaud for me aye
You keep it real with me, I appreciate ya
Can't no other woman ever imitate ya

Gas to the face, My lady next to me
My hands round her waist and she down for me
I’m out here making moves, she hate it when I leave
I don’t waste no time, someone out there watching me

Ain’t got no time to waste, she understand when I need space
Press the gas don’t need breaks, Take a ride then fly away
Handle business I demonstrate, then back home to a dinner date
Cruising down 281, her panties dropped when I pulled up
Loving my baby she keep me astonished,
Hair is so sexy when wrapped in a bonnet
Me & Her shining On God we iconic
Creasing the pussy I call that ironic
Aye, seeing her glow like the moonlight
Rocking the stage with my damn mic
After we done we got High
Smoking on leaf like Kunaiiiii
Me and my baby we both on a mission
She is my queen, I’m the King of the city
Royalty creed, we more than civilians
Her beauty is art, a painting of brilliance
I’m taking it all, give a fuck about opinions
This is the law, the highest dominion
What do I charge, staying resilient
Foul on the ball, contracting the millions
Aye, she knew my intentions were clear from the start
Making additions won’t tear us apart
Going in hard no time to be soft
She knew what it was when she got involved
Leading the force she know I’m the boss
92 Gold there ain’t a loss
My lady is priceless, can’t be bought
Thanking My God who died on the cross

Gas to the face, My lady next to me
My hands round her waist and she down for me
I’m out here making moves, she hate it when I leave
I don’t waste no time, someone out there watching me