(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'

**** 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)