Gasline ft. Zooka Lyrics

One cup ain't enough, bitch

Switch it up like Subjects

Run up a check, countin' my racks

In the back of the Bentley, smokin' Thrax

Get away from me, bitch, you smell like ass

big ol' blunts, smokin' grass, bitch

You heard what I said, I'm fuckin' that bitch LED's red

And I'm countin' my bread

Whippin' instead

I'm lovin' your bitch and she giving me head

I'm tappin' your bitch, and your gas line

Tabs with your bitch, you know, that's my favorite pastime

See me livin' fast, gettin' cash until I flatline

Prayin' that one day, I'll blow up just like a landmine

Not literally, right? No, ha ha

Boom

I think we just made a hit while sittin' in your room,

Shit, I think I'ma take a trip to space right off the shrooms

We don't got it then don't matter, just get higher than the moon

Is that your girl under there? gave her my fruit of the loom

Ha, fuck, bitch, and I'm pullin' up on you, hop out with the stick

And you got so much makeup, I know you ain't shit

Whippin' the Lexus all the way to Texas

Bitch, I pull up in the Lexus, goin' 120 down the highway in the Lexus

We jumpin' that Lexus off of the

bridge like a frog, ribbitirit

This shit is a freestyle, rippin' no writtens

I beat up the pussy, fuckin' the kitten

Bitch, huh, one, two, three, four

I need some more, swerve once, swerve twice

Roll the fuckin' dice

Life

Huh, what, I pull up to buy that ice

I'm buyin' baguettes and havin' sex

I'm pullin' up quick, wonder what's next, bitch

Drewzooka's in the crib again, it's time to get it poppin'

Bought a new watch, ha, I just

went shoppin'

I wanna see her stomach, take that shirt and then I'm croppin'

red light 2 a.m., don't see a cop, so we ain't stoppin'

Then I'm takin' that bitch fishin' and I'm takin' that bitch huntin'

Why you so shy? please say somethin' ya bitch

Bitch, bitch, bitch

Zooka