Gas, Gas, Gas,
Gas, Gas, Gas,
Gas, Gas, Gas.
More like a foe Named Ray, boy talking tough light it up every day.
Everything bling, cock bang, have to leave the shop
Mami with the frame, cold with the ear shot
And i ain't talking pictures, got it with my scriptures
Life be a bitch, poppin' molly till i flip em.
Wii, Wii, bitch I'm on TV bitch, ain't pussy, ain't bitch
You won't se me switch, no
Bugging like a talking, fit my talking then i chalk it
And he made gourments high a Hollywood apartment.
Giving White bitches charges, yeah i got that plug.
and my goon nigga pig, yeah you got that snot.
So somebody's in troub'.
Old mama, what you trippin on
Fitting like a G, no karma, I'm fin to go
Partners on any other side, the bitch hit the floor.
Riding like the whip, with low molish, who need some more.
Gas, Gas, Gas,
Gas, Gas, Gas,
Gas, Gas, Gag.
Who need some more?
Who need some more?
Who needs some more?
And everywhere i go, i am more fly
And i don't ride with pigs
Like security in bow ties.
My city is a no fly
'cause that bullshit don't fly.
My last breath is how i approach mine
I don't need a co-sign
I don't need to hand out
Let my nuts hang every day i go commando
Hand off my biz' like i war suit
And i got work, i didn't have an hour or two, horrible.
And i guess like the damn car is too
Nigga want the truth, sting your ass like the horny do
Try to warn the dudes, cokes flow, got a bottom line, you can snort a few
Cop jordans by a pair
actually i ordered too.
They ain't winning and its more to do, and i know that
Me i'm probably go back, like throw backs
I throw racks.
That broke cats, call the catnip, and i'm that deep
Every day i'm always where the cash is.
Gas, Gas, Gas,
Gas, Gas, Gas,
Gas, Gas, Gas.
Who need some more?
Who need some more?
Who need some more?
I just cut the drop, discuss the new rims
Bitch i get scrashed like im scuffing new teams
I could tell that bitch by like i'm fucking two friends
Then i tell that bitch bye like im fucking two fams.
Oh, gas hundred for the head
Like fuck the two fry bitch, i'm money in the bed
Think my niggas know there's nothing for the Calibus to play.
My Niggas throwing flash like the challenge in a play.
Talk shit till the sun on sunday
Then put the heat till you like the sun doing Sunday.
See what happen to your bitch when you had to train her
She got smashed 'cause my swag on gas champer.
if i thought that she felt love i neglect her
I turn the bad bitch to a belt buck inspector
I like tricks, like hoes, like sluts
But they aint tryin fuck, that's a problem like... (Whaaaaaat)
Gas, Gas, Gas,
Gas, Gas, Gas, Gas,
Who need some more?
Who need some more?
Gas, Gas, Gas, Gas.

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