GAS ft. E.Faness Lyrics

Sheesh

Grr

Ha, ha, ha

Let's go

I got the gas, I ain't talkin' bout what the fuck comes out my ass

They don't get a pass cause when bitches get gassed, they don't know how to act

I hit the gas and I swerve on these bitches, Sade smooth like jazz

Yeah, I got that sass, and it's all in my raps like lemme go spaz

They tryna make food with my recipe

Put hoes in they Place, call me Sesame

I don't just rap bout my fuckin' box, so what rap bitch gon be checkin me?

I be dubbin' like who finna step to me

Should put me on the flag if you reppin' me

Every time I rap along with these men, they see me, they all be respectin me

I make real beats, no samplin' shit, uh

On they necks, just tramplin' shit, uh

On a daily, ain't gamblin' shit, uh

Like eggs, hoes scramblin' shit, uh

I'm humble, but I am not pliant

I just be stayin' in my own Lane, Bryant

They say I'm a beast, but was they lyin?

Say I'm trippin', I'm stampin' that shit, uh

I got the gas, I ain't talkin' bout what the fuck comes out my ass

They don't get a pass cause when bitches get gassed, they don't know how to act

I hit the gas, and I swerve on these bitches, Sade smooth like jazz

Yeah, I got the sass, and it's all in my raps like lemme go spaz (Uh, let's go)

Could've had you and your man, I ain't want that

So I do yall both like Walmart, made yall roll back

I be tellin' the truth like hoes whack

Go against Drica, you get blocked, then we spin that

Juicy ass, it sits in my pants

Real bad bitch, put you in a trance

Seen my opp, he jackin' my stance

All the baddies doin' my dance

I'm draggin, you lackin, hit you like what's happenin', was waitin' for you at the door

To try and test Drica, and think you gon' pass, gotta laugh, is you really that slow?

Real niggas already know

Bad bitches, they stealin' the show

I see y'all copy my style, but y'all can never copy my flow

Drica

I got the gas, I ain't talkin' bout what the fuck comes out my ass

They don't get a pass cause when bitches get gassed, they don't know how to act (Grrrrr)

I hit the gas, and I swerve on these bitches, Sade smooth like jazz

Yeah, I got the sass, and it's all in my raps like lemme go spaz (Muah)