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smoke some gas
Let’s roll a spliff
Nicotine concoction
Proceed with caution cause the shit I smoke fucks with your noggin’ noggin’ harder than a mosh pit

forever
Gotta level up
Im ahead by demonstration
You aint catching up
Got this gas jared up
Too godly call it akira
Ay automatic
When I spit this shit its

disoriented with all of this gas in my windpipe
But they ain't ready for it when I boot up and take flight
You talking all that shit, when gang pull up, you go

lose to the heat man I done had enough
Roll up all my problems in a bleez it’s gas it can erupt
And pray if I don’t solve them then I boss up cus I’m man

greater
This purp got me golden
Call that L.A. Laker
Sip 120 rum, I don't need me a chaser
Thick clouds of the gas
You can't see through the vapor
Be

not get no hate
I can't relax because i'm late to my date
Only thing i press is the gas
Don't need no brakes i just go fast
I can't bench 640
That's

keef
Smoking on that gas yeah I feel like a chief
Niggas always want a piece
We too high up lil ass fuck nigga you can't reach 

Came up from shit
Man I

be chrome 
No I'm not havin no heart 
Told that bih play her part 
I'm smoking on gas like a fart 
Yung wild nigga like Bart 
Im Superman like Clark

gaan gone
Ik kan die other bitches nu blokken, Louis Vuitton
Die Louis op me hip die kan me helpen naar die ton
Ik zei me jigga ga nou uit de trap je

other like it was a lucid dream
We had our feet on the gas before reaching for the ignition
Conversational blast but sex was the contradiction
Going

is not free
So I pay for the gas
Like my cars on e
And I smoke real fast
Like I really can't breath
And I never will pass
Unless a bitch says please

like doors on garage 
I know I'm really good with gas like economy cars 

I got that Bom Bom like where you find it
Yeah I got that Bom Bom like where

It's yours

Oh no these dreams can't crash 
Still got my foot on gas 
Saw my name in lights 
Way back in Jatto's class
Now I'm out in lag
Doing what I

took my back off the mat
Creepa loaded the gas now I'm back on the road
Ebu ure Alu iziengbe nor
Eyes on the track never changing the course
Through

before Labour
So when I'm bouta crash  running outta gas 
I just pour another glass and I'm ready for takeoff
Look how far we don came from the floor
While

on the knob and she feelin this shit
She turn round and tell me you killing this shit
It splash wet, as wet as it get
This gas yeah, it came with a kick
It's

basic niggas is following
Ima prodigy proud is be I should probably let off the gas a lil bit but fuck it I ain’t botherin
I’m starving artist
Watch me

don’t grow into gas no more
Last laugh when the cash grab don’t show
Half mast get the flagstaffs on go
Cause my kinfolk hit a head shot through

em
Running up on me you tryna flaunt them stop em 
Pressing on the gas like im a boss man awesome
Tell me when she'll love again yea
Tell me when

(uh-huh)

Shawty goin' so fast, (uh)
Imma' hit the road yeah, hit the gas, (skrrt-skrrt)
They don't wanna breathe, cuz' they gonna choke, (oh)
Lemme' stop,

my felt cloth
Break it down, smell the aroma, please don’t ask what it cost
Gotta grind it fingers too sticky from all the damn frost
Smoking gas

(Look at my hands, I’m shaking, all my body is shaking
It was only a dream, Mommy
He was there, his car was parked there in the same gas station all

Night prowlin
Through the hills of the GA
Night howlin
But I'm in the city tonight 
I can pull up and hit it tonight
I know it's low
And I know you

team with me

To all my niggas smoking gas on the roof
Fuckin bitches, Get the loot
Cause' there aight nothing else to do, Nah
If he talkin crazy go