GAS Lyrics

Hopped in the lab like I’m throwing a jab

Hit the freeway just to get me some gas

Speed for the pay like I’m whipping a cab

Yea I got the relay then I got me some bags

Old ways, guess it’s just a relapse

Killing demons but they coming back

Seen the way, now I’m doing the dash

Get the pack, flip it, and I run it back

They’ll do you dirty for a lotta cash

Do you dirty for a brand new ass

Do you dirty for a weeklong trance

Do you dirty for a trip to France

Do you dirty just to tell the rest

This is the guy who I put on the bench

Turned to me like I don’t mean no offense

Bitch made me see that she ain’t in my plans

Now she hitting my line trying ask me what’s next

Told her our time is now deep in a trench,

Can’t be my girl and you can’t be my friend

If the shit is same, still can’t call me your man

If you creeping the same bitch don’t come to my ends

I'm just reaping the game for some change I can spend

I just keep making problems ain’t making amends

Look at young nyt bitch I did it again

Hopped in the lab like I’m throwing a jab

Hit the freeway just to get me some gas

Speed for the pay like I’m whipping a cab

Yea I got the relay then I got me some bags

Old ways, guess it’s just a relapse

Killing demons but they coming back

Seen the way, now I’m doing the dash

Get the pack, flip it, and I run it back

Popping some tags so my ass can relax

Fought the jet lag with some grass in the wraps

Pray that I don’t get no asthma attacks

But still wonder what will be the added up tax

Tryna win the whole game I ain’t talking no craps

I don’t focus on lanes bitch I focus on maps

Think to myself damn I need to keep straps

Cuz I’m here to make change and they killed X for racks

Racks on racks on racks, Bet the whole stack

Put it on that red or that black

Ball drop, tap, tap, tap, 10x back

Then the bartender gave me that Jack

Game full of tools and they weak

Drop fool’s gold and they think

Damn look at me, I’m fly as can be

Rats be lying on beats just to get some more cheese, that shit ain’t OG

Hopped in the lab like I’m throwing a jab

Hit the freeway just to get me some gas

Speed for the pay like I’m whipping a cab

Yea I got the relay then I got me some bags

Old ways, guess it’s just a relapse

Killing demons but they coming back

Seen the way, now I’m doing the dash

Get the pack, flip it, and I run it back