Gas Lyrics

I got the racks, I ride double R

Hop in the Wraith and I'm takin' off

My wrist, it look like a chandelier

Yo wrist look like it's from that catalog

I rock AP presidential, Yo hoe live with me residential

Bih just pulled up gave me brain, Gave me dental

You can't get in if you lackin' credentials

You know I be doin' the most, Yeah I got a Louis V coat

Hop in the Track' and I be takin' off

I got that pistol I keep in the coat

They ain't gon catch me again, Ain't leavin' no witness, I'm killin' they friends

I'm steady watchin' they mans, He better pray that the gun gon' jam

I'm out that Track' and I'm ready to go

She gave me throat, She really a goat

Hop in the double R, Rolls Royce Phantom

Hop out that big body, we in Atlanta

I'm about to go hit the dealership cop me a cat, I'm too rich for a scat

Pushin' 180, 220 to dash, I be swervin' jakes I'm doin' the dash

Hop on the beat you know I get the flookin

Yeah she gave me brain, Gave me noogin

I be goin' crazy, go dumb and go stupid

And no,I don't answer questions from no stupids

Jmayne he be double R, That mean he really retarded

Once I get to goin it ain't no stoppin

Just like I'm Kay, I'm really finna flock em

Yeah this a freestyle, It's goin' on the album too

We finna get it goin' in the Trackhawk

Give it the juice in the whip it go zoom

Probably the worst song on the album

I don't even care though

If I don't rock with you, then I ain't stayin, I disappear hoe

Some of my brothers, they crazy, they kuu

I hop on the beat, I chill in the stu

You know I be goin' crazy with the team

If you talkin down, the glock gon go boom

I'm really done with this song, This song is trash

I know this ain't baseball, but the rest of the album is

(Nothing but fuckin' gas)