Gas

Em
Em
Church
Am   Em  Em
Gold

[Chorus]

N.C.
I just give it
Em
Gas, stomp it to the floor
        Em                     
My 28's choppin' with the trunk 
        Am
picked up
               Em
I just give it gas like the race 
don't end
                Em                 
My brakes ain't workin' near as 
       Am
good as I am
               Em
I just give it gas, I just give it 
gas
     Em                 Am
28's chop, trunk picked up
               Em
I just give it gas, I just give it 
gas
             Em
Breaks ain't workin' near as good as
 I am
               Em
I just give it gas

[Verse 1]

Em
I ain't ever see an E, me, never 
took an L
Em                                
Back when I was broke I was still 
Am
ridin' in somethin' fresh as hell
Em
Yeah, Hank Williams out them Memphis
 12's
Em
Southside swervin',
N.C.
Boss Hog in a old Chevelle
Em
Hillbilly got the flavor like a 
whole rack of ribs
Continúa después del anuncio
      Em                           
Rebel flag diamond ring, they shake
    Am
 my hand and they know what it is
Em
Red Chevy, blue Ford, that's a civil
 war
Em                      Am
People treat me shitty, why would I 
be civil for?
Em
I stay quiet 'cause there ain't no 
use in helpin' folks
      Em                           
Cause they gon' fuck you over, 
      Am
leave you stranded out there all 
alone
Em
Bitch I'm bone stock, ridin' solo, 
no clock
      Em
I'm a legend in the storm, call me 
Whitey and I can shout it back[?]

[Chorus]

               Em
I just give it gas, stomp it to the 
floor
        Em                     
My 28's choppin' with the trunk 
        Am
picked up
               Em
I just give it gas like the race 
don't end
                Em
My brakes ain't workin' near as good
 as I am
Am             Em
I just give it gas, I just give it 
gas
     Em                 Am
28's chop, trunk picked up
               Em
I just give it gas, I just give it 
gas
             Em
Breaks ain't workin' near as good as
 I am
               Em
I just give it gas

[Verse 2]

Em
I'm like the beast and they know why
                 Em              
Cause they don't let me pop up at 
       Am
award shows lookin' too fly
Em
Barbecue stain on my pearl button up
       Em
Tell a hatin' country singer, bitch,
 shut the fuck up
        Em
Yeah, I shoulda been born in the 70s
              Em                   
Because these young spiffy hippies 
           Am
be lookin' hella sketch on me
Em
And my T chip like my new 6-7
Em
All black cash, front gate like 
Heaven
Em
Head filled with the raps like a 
7-11
               Em            
I guess that's what I get for 
              Am
smokin' weed down in the southland
   Em
Up-Motherfuckin'-Church smokin' weed
 at the sermon
        Em
Passin' Jesus fat joints 'cause he's
 the one who wrote 'em

[Chorus]

               Em
I just give it gas, stomp it to the 
floor
        Em                     
My 28's choppin' with the trunk 
        Am
picked up
               Em
I just give it gas like the race 
don't end
                Em
My brakes ain't workin' near as good
 as I am
Am             Em
I just give it gas, I just give it 
gas
     Em                 Am
28's chop, trunk picked up
               Em
I just give it gas, I just give it 
gas
             Em
Breaks ain't workin' near as good as
 I am
Am
I just give it gas