Fadah - Ran Out of Gas Lyrics

Lord forgive me for my sins ohh I'm such a sinner
Just cracked this card mama look I'm your bread winner
My auntie told me when I blow up I bet' not forget her
Lil O a blow boy my granny say stay from 'round that nigga
That nigga be tripping (tripping)
He'll rob you right out of your sneakers (gimme that)
Dope got me feeling so natural (what)
I see what you smoking Aretha (you make me feel)
You call it doing a feature
I call it shutting on people (uhh)
You don't want me in yo song (uh uh)
That might make us not get along(uh uh)
But you can hit me for a feature
Boy you know I'm open to talent (true)
But
Don't hit my line if you ain't got it (sorry)
My niggas come with mathematics (uh)
A killer plus an automatic equals hell of tragic boy don't try to add it (add it up)
I be fiending for the money scratching on my neck ohh I'm an addict (bag it up)
Yo mom was cooking some dinner
She like "bay pass me the flower" (gimmie that)
My mom was cooking some dinner
She like "bay pass me the powder" (whipping that)
You call it working and rapping
I call it hustle and flow (right)
Paranoid passing out O's
"A! Make sure you watching that door!" (Wake up)
Make sure you willing to die
Make sure you willing to blow (bah)
But if yu not willing to lie
Make sure you willing to go (bah)
Told you meet me by the store
If you wanna buy the reefer (uh)
But I just ran out of