GAS!

(Ayy Yuri) (Gas!)
(19AKIRA)
(Fony Wallace biatch!)
Spider Gang! (Bitch!)
Suck my dick, yeah (Gas!)

I been chuffing on some wax, it look like tree sap
I think that this beat slap, I'll knock off yo' kneecaps
I been looking for my opps, like, where the beef at?
I been eating wagyu, it got lot's of beef fat
I been chuffing mary-jane, smoking on a green pack
Hit it then I lean back, I think I need a CPAP
I just hit up the plug 'cause I need some tree, stat
He know where to meet at, this that not no seeds bag
I just made a fire song, I think I'll release that
They'll be like "He snapped!", find the lyrics, read that
I been piling all my money in a nice neat stack
I just drop elite tracks, that shit is complete facts
Put the mic to a speaker, you might get some feedback
Give a mic to a tweaker, he gon' spit some weak raps
Give a mic to a spider, he gon' go three plat'
Niggas ain't making no money, they can't even be taxed

I been chuffing on some wax, it look like tree sap
I think that this beat slap, I'll knock off yo' kneecaps
I been looking for my opps, like, where the beef at?
I been eating wagyu, it got lot's of beef fat
I been chuffing mary-jane, smoking on a green pack
Hit it then I lean back, I think I need a CPAP
I just hit up the plug 'cause I need some tree, stat
He know where to meet at

If you need some, please ask, it's gas (Yeh!)
Gas (Gas! Yehh!)
Gas (Gas!)
Gas (Gas!)
Gas! Gas! Gas! Gas! Gas! Gas!

Yeah, drop that verse and see the shell shock off the hand grenade
You know I had to slave for years so I could activate
I'm getting bank for days, I'm flipping cash all kind'sa ways
Anybody fucking want it? Man, I'm plugged in
Got the worldwide web straight bumping
Yeah, me and Darkie always scheming up to something
Yeah, I'm a chemist making flames straight out the bunsen
Burning any man that wanna come in contact
But you can't 'cause your stuck in a contract
You ain't on trap, you just rap off your own back
Best know that I throw crap when I'm pissed off
Need a Prozac and a gold strap, yeah
Yeah, come in clutch with the arctic optic
Got red dot, you can hardly stop this
Shot I've got the place that I'm docked in
Gods will if I pop, that it's locked in
And until then I'ma keep on top winning
Gotta make sure that the opps don't stop feeling
Like the next move I make is a whole killing

I been chuffing on some wax, it look like tree sap
I think that this beat slap, I'll knock off yo' kneecaps
I been looking for my opps, like, where the beef at?
I been eating wagyu, it got lot's of beef fat
I been chuffing mary-jane, smoking on a green pack
Hit it then I lean back, I think I need a CPAP
I just hit up the plug 'cause I need some tree, stat
He know where to meet at

If you need some, please ask, it's gas (That's gas!)
Gas (What're you fucking doing? I'm so high!) (Yeah!)
Gas (This that US-UK smoking tree)
Gas (You know what the fuck going on!) (Yeah!)
Gas! (Pussy!)

Excuse me Darkie?
Yes, BVDLVD?
If you would like to attend your five o'clock meeting for your heroin and crack injections we must leave in about five or ten minutes.
Oh yes! I will have the butler ready the push-to-start chariot. Alfred! Warm up my V-8 Stallion please!
Yes Sir, right away Sir!