Gas Lyrics

featuring Los

(Hook)
Gas, gas, gas,
gas, gas, gas, gas
Gas, gas.

(Verse)
More like a foe named Ray, boy talking tough light it up every day
Everything bling, cock bang, have to leave shop,
Mami with the frame, cold bang 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 see me switch, no.
Buggin like a talking, fit my talking then I chalk it,
And he made gourmets high as 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,

(Hook)
Gas, gas, gas,
Gas, gas, gas, gas,
Gas, gas.
Who need some more?
Gas.
Who need some more?
Gas.

(Verse)
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, coke flow, got a bottom line, you can snort a few,
Cop jordans by a pair, actually I ordered too.
They ain't winning and it's 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.

(Hook)
Gas, gas, gas,
Gas, gas, gas, gas,
Gas, gas.
Who need some more?
Gas.
Who need some more?
Gas.

(Verse)
I just cut the drop, discuss the new rims,
Bitch I get scrashed like I'm scuffing new teams,
I could tell that bitch by like I'm fuckin two friends
Then I tell that bitch bye like I'm 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 they challenge in a play.
Talk shit till the sun on a 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 get smashed 'cause my swag on gas chamber.
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 ain't tryin fuck, that's a problem like..

(Hook)
Gas, gas, gas,
Gas, gas, gas, gas,
Gas, gas.
Who need some more?
Gas.
Who need some more?
Gas.