stop gassin Lyrics

I don't give a fuck what you talking bout

Never gave no fuck bout that

Chopper on me, put your hands up just like some jumping jacks

I been smoking woods back to back feel like a lumberjack

You know that I'm pushing a hundred if cops come and I'm outside

You know that I'm fucking his thot for fun, that bitch is not mine

She sucking my dick till her nose run and she look up and I'm cross-eyed

You better be keeping it clean, cause I got shooters in the cut like peroxide

They might just put you on a white tee, or the angel chains, or on fox five

Walk in that bitch with a glock-19 in the club, nigga every time

Thought so many had my back, but I turned around and they started stabbing mine

A demon just brought me some racks

Hoodie demonites, and the jeans number nine

But my bitch a ten

And Jett3ye just called me, he don't got no dreads he fresh out the pen yeah

I could just take your lil bitch if I want to, it really depend

And that boy better not be stealing cause we cutting hands

First of all know that I'm geeked bitch

See new money every week bitch

I ain't even hit my peak bitch

Don't give a fuck bout' no tweet bitch

Stop gassing them up, they on e

My t-shirt is older than me

These niggas a kill bout a b

And swear up and down that they p

Stop gassing them up, they on e

Stop gassing them up, they on e

My shooter walk round with a green beam

He said he don't fuck with the green lean

I'm with the mafia, this is the dream team

Too many flows, too many hoes, too many clothes

Too many bad bitches with me that nobody knows

I got a hoodie on outside, it ain't even cold

We finna wipe his nose if I heard a pussy nigga told

Stop gassing them up, they on e

Stop gassing them up, they on e

Stop gassing them up, they on e

Stop gassing them up, they on e bitch