Lyrics:
Why you up in my zone
Nigga not welcome here you far from home
Smoking that gas got me gone
If it ain't bout money leave me 'lone
Why you up in my
My nigga told me keep my eye to da street
I kno dese niggaz is playin for keeps
But fuck em we up nigga I'm gotta eat
Lotta gas comin in by da fleet
stopping at the red light
Bitch I'm gone on the that Kitzite
If it ain't Gas, I don't feel right
Watch me dip off on the blue lights
Lost all of em blue
I'm tryna hit the gas and go
Chase the bag sell out shows
And look out for my bros
Make sure they wrist and neck is froze
I'm tryna hit the gas
Fuck your bitch, wippin' codein
All my gang, wippin' codein
Wippin' wippin' wippin', wippin' codein
Smoking gas, wippin' codein
Fuck your bitch,
Watch me pull up in a foreign
Passenger she a foreign
Foreign everything on me
Riding round California
Pure gas my aroma
Something crazy in my soda
Ikanaide
Dareka ga sou kurikaesu
Naiteita
Namida ga ochite iru
Sono utsukushī tsuki ni
Saisho ni au basho
Daijobu yo
Ī nda yo
Mata aimashō
(Uh) Yea we really lit
(Ahh) My niggas off the shits
(Yea) All gas don’t need no breaks
Far from fake
My niggas we legit
(Uh) Yea we really lit
(Ahh)
툭 하면은 나와 100
(No battery, the gas price goes 100 often)
No battery no battery
No battery 난 마셔야되 need a caffein shot
(No battery I need a caffein
Pull up minivan with the gas
All these hoes wanna smash
Windstar on the dash
Plus size model too advanced
Pull up minivan with the gas
All
Ay
N**** dont move
Back in tha bushes my roots
All bout a price tag
These n****s gon be on tha news
I got a big bag
Rollin up gas like a snack wrap
tella pull up
Smoking on gas, tella pull up
Need need another pack, tella pull up
Oh you chillen wit ya friends, tellm what up
And ya friends bad too,
Live the fast life
Foot right on the gas
Ima get this money make these
Niggas mad
Living everyday everyday like the last
Living everyday
(Yeah)
I got way too much spil I be drippin in public (Drip)
Way too much gas in my blunt I be stuffing (Yeah yeah)
Started finessin (Woah woah) I
forreal
Wake up in the morning got bags in the mail
I Mason Margiela my slippers forreal
The gas was so cheap you thought it was a steal
Break down a brick
Kokoro no izumi no soko ni
koori wo haritsume nagara
ikite yuku no ga
ore no shukumei
tatakai nuku sono tame ni.
Kokoro no hotori de
anata ga
I got demons that I trap
Burn em all with gas
Taking off I blast
They can never catch
Taking off
Landing on the bright side of the moon
Brakes are
I just took 2 tabs, count all this blue cash
You wanna catch me boi you better f*****g run fast
Geeking off the gas, got all kind of straps
If I
If you ain't rollin' woods hella fat
You wack!
You ain't hit no thick bitches from the back?
You wack!
If you think I'm talking cars when I say gas
to the game...
No nigga you cannot lock him out
I swear these niggas is weirdos
Posing the same like a scare crow
I tell a bitch i do magic...
I hit the gas make
She say pipe me up
She say pipe me up
We don't give a fuck
Smoking gas, what's up?
She say pipe me up
She say pipe me up
She say pipe me up
She
it's on me
Oh these n**gas never rest
They troll me
Never stressed, living carefree
I pull up on your ass
She want me
Spend checks, it's on me
Oh these
I'm pullin' up with my squad (Gang)
We gonna smoke up 'til dawn (Gas)
We see the cops then we run (12)
Diamonds all up on my arm (Ice)
All of these
I fell in love with the cash
Blowing gas with my foot on the gas
Took some tests that i know you won't pass
Niggas bitin' tell em get off my ass
I
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