Lyrics

Gas station baptism Run up spray the gat in em Make his fat ass run Yea, we gon burn the fat in em Sadist, I enjoy their pain Burnin rubber with the gang Slit his thoat make a drain, with a vain, fuck you mane Fuck you and yo god On the come up with the mob Oh my god is what he said Put a dumb ass straight to bed How many guns you got? a lot Skinned him in the lot Put the metal to his jaw Had to drown him cause he saw Too much, roll with no clips and talk all that shit, so I know you not gonna do none Chief of the combat keep all the guns racked, countin up commas You got goons to catch your bodies Pull up to the function, wait in lobby I don't care if you don't got it, aim the gun then I shot it Found his bitch ass lacking, filled with lead when we caught him Threw him in a river, now he dead and he rotting Runnin the underground, keepin all the gas low Don't ever buy no weed from the gas station bro Gas station baptism Run up spray the gat in em Make his fat ass run Yea we gon burn the fat in em Sadist, I enjoy their pain Burnin rubber with the gang Slit his throat make a drain, with a vain, fuck you mane Gas, gas, gas station Gas, gas, gas station Gas, gas, gas station Gas, gas, gas station Gas, gas, gas station Gas, gas, gas station Gas, gas, gas station Gas, gas, gas station Oh my god is what he said Run up spray the gat in em Make his fat ass run Yeah we gonna burn the Gas, gas, gas station Gas, gas, gas station Gas, gas, gas station Gas, gas, gas station Gas station baptism Run up spray the gat in em Make his fat ass run We gon burn the fat in em Sadist, I enjoy their pain Burnin rubber with the gang Slit his throat make a drain, with a vain, fuck you mane
Writer(s): Pranav Nagarajan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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