Gas

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? Gas. Who need some more? Gas. 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? Gas. Who need some more? Gas. 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.