Gas!

(Ayy Yuri) (Gas) (19AKIRA) (Fony Wallace biatch) Spider Gang (bitch) Suck my dick, yeah (gas) I been chuffin' on some wax, it look like tree sap I think that this beat slap, I'll knock off yo' kneecaps I been looking for my opps, like, where the beef at? I been eating wagyu, it got lots of beef fat I been chuffin' mary-jane, smokin' on a green pack Hit it then I lean back, I think I need a CPAP I just hit up the plug 'cause I need some tree, stat He know where to meet at, this that not no seeds bag I just made a fire song, I think I'll release that They'll be like, "He snapped", find the lyrics, read that I been piling all my money in a nice neat stack I just drop elite tracks, that shit is complete facts Put the mic to a speaker, you might gеt some feedback Give a mic to a tweakеr, he gon' spit some weak raps Give a mic to a spider, he gon' go three plat' Niggas ain't makin' no money, they can't even be taxed I been chuffin' on some wax, it look like tree sap I think that this beat slap, I'll knock off yo' kneecaps I been looking for my opps, like, where the beef at? I been eating wagyu, it got lots of beef fat I been chuffin' mary-jane, smokin' on a green pack Hit it then I lean back, I think I need a CPAP I just hit up the plug 'cause I need some tree, stat He know where to meet at- If you need some, please ask, it's gas (yeah) Gas (gas yeah) Gas (gas) Gas (gas) Gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas Yeah, drop the verse and see the shell shock off the hand grenade You know I had to slave for years so I could activate I'm getting bank for days, I'm flipping cash all kind'sa ways Anybody fucking want it? Man, I'm plugged in Got the worldwide web straight bumpin' Yeah, me and Darkie always Schemin' up to something Yeah, I'm a chemist making flames straight out the bunsen Burning any man that wanna come in contact But you can't 'cause your stuck in a contract You ain't on trap, you just rap off your own pack Best know that I throw crap when I'm pissed off Need a Prozac and a gold strap, yeah Yeah, come in clutch with the arctic optic Got red dot, you can hardly stop this Shot I've got the place that I'm docked in Gods will if I pop, that it's locked in And until then I'ma keep on top winnin' Gotta make sure that the opps don't stop feeling Like the next move, I make is a whole killin' I been chuffin' on some wax, it look like tree sap I think that this beat slap, I'll knock off yo' kneecaps I been looking for my opps, like, where the beef at? I been eating wagyu, it got lots of beef fat I been chuffin' mary-jane, smokin' on a green pack Hit it then I lean back, I think I need a CPAP I just hit up the plug 'cause I need some tree, stat He know where to meet at- If you need some, please ask, it's gas (that's gas) (haha) Gas (we fucking did it, I'm so high) (yeah) Gas (this that US-UK peace treaty) Gas (you know what the fuck goin' on) (yeah) Gas (pussy) Excuse me Darkie? Yes, BVDLVD? If you would like to attend your five o'clock Meeting for your heroin and crack injections We must leave in about five or ten minutes Oh yes, I will have the butler ready to push-to-start chariot Alfred, Warm up my V8 Stallion, please (Yes sir, right away sir)