500 Pounds Of Gas

(album: The Carrollton Heist - 2016)

[Curren$y:]
Probably stay in the lab till the plane leave
Cooking dope with no gloves, sit these bars on the triple beam
Weigh it up; you know that it's heavy if it's linked to me
A hundred-twenty-eight grams, my day-to-day Cuban
I bring the kilo out, if them suckers make me do it to 'em
Gasoline in the paper, listening to nature
For all seasons, weaving lanes, interstate racing
My stockbroker homie just copped the i8
Wanna see what it do, I bring the El Camino through
My tires sticking like glue
Successful players, with expensive hobbies
Mamas are high-end, luggage-cluttering
Hotel lobbies, because we mobbing
A movement, movin'; this what it's become
See my Wraith rolling off into the setting Sun
"Yo, I think that was son, dog, I bet that was hum"
Listening to Hendrix [?], they knew I was the one

[Nature:]
500 pounds of gas
500 pounds of gas
500 pounds of gas
500 pounds of gas

When I need some money I get it automated
I stay away from bank tellers 'cause we be fornicating
Like there's no holding back, bitches, I'm going all the way in
Y'all niggas nervous like a fighter right before the weigh in
In every city I perform they go and call the mayor
Y'all niggas getting out of line, we verse 48 'em
We making money, stashing money, nigga, call me [?]
For years used to cutting cracks when the place be 8 off
Now we bumping that canal street, confidential
Doing dirt, knowing one day that God'll get you
If you ain't real, in other words nigga, you artificial
If you ain't real nigga, better bring the hardest with you
I'm talking lions, tigers and all of them reptiles
A hundred Queensbridge niggas front of the Jet lounge
Plucking cigarette butts, puffing the best loud
It's 500 pounds of gas in your chest now

500 pounds of gas
500 pounds of gas
500 pounds of gas
500 pounds of gas