Gas ft. Buhle The Singer Lyrics

Yo my nigga Herve man

What's happening G

Nah these phony ass niggas sleeping on the tapes man

You know how it is man

These fakes ass niggas don't understand

Whose this calling me

We need gas my G

Yea yea we gotta get to the location quick

You know how it is

I don't even know where my freak at

Damm

Trap

It is what it is my G

All Good

OVO my weed is out shit might make me leave the house

Oh no mama ain't around ey

In a minute get around

In the city it go down I know shooters all around ey

Three points outer bounce I just be calling them out

Swish

Bad bitches in your head

Swish

Are you gonna bring them out

Swish

I go Afrik with the sound you thinking of Comfort

Money want all of it even monopoly pays

Getting so faded like shoes at the bottom

My eyes they be touching the pave

If you were buried in gold

They be gold-digging in your grave

Party rocking in the middle of the stage

Camp rocking till I elevate the wave

Everybody sipping just hop on the wave

We did this shit in a couple of days ey

I take the clan when I move with the seasons

Its summer who throwing the shade

Me & my niggas are paid

We took a trip to Canthari

That liquor inside of my body drip

Fuck it I jump on the stage

I go Afrik with the sound

Who I

I was rapping on them beats ey

Dirty pack feel the kef ey

Three strikes like Adidas with my money swiping on a freak ey

Couple of drinks in the week ey

Looking for bags in the deep ey

Smoking my jay on the weekend

Swish

I be Afrik that's where we at

Hop on the beat never low with the gas

I'm with my niggas & they wanna dance

I do this shit for a couple of bands

Pulling a string like I started a band

Hape re Jozi re tsosa lerole

We bought to blow got a couple of fans

I don't really know where my freak at

She mad at me yea

There's something going on about this weekend

All I really know

Locoed out G with a beat so cold

When lose my freak when the cash go low

Like a car fucked gotta go down low

Pop that hood this bitch go roll

Better when I'm fucked up right I know

I bang this shit if it hit my soul & lose control re dibeta so

Lips' in the back Lugang on roll

Hips in the front seat of this show

I don't really know where my freak at

She mad at me yea

There's something going on about this weekend

All I really know I be Afrik

She a freak yea

Oh my

Attracting the energy

She love to party with the savages

Pouring that Hennessey

Psychedelic take a trip

Gased up on a bong

Gotta an eagle on my chest shit

Young nigga taking off ey

Tai chi my spirit like God in the bass

I do not fear it I pick up the pace swerve swerve

Swerve on these niggas like back in the day

Thoughts on the balcony hitting the jay

The fuck outer my face

Don't fuck up my day

The spirit of God is all part of the page

Verses got me busting outer the cage

I took a trip and I rolled a joint

I made a flip and I tossed a coin

I teleported across the stage

After performing I passed the joint

And when it came back I found my freak

Like hey babe are we still on track

Vele ke nyaka go di kena

Vele ke nyaka go di kena

Vele ke nyaka go di kena

Vele ke nyaka go di kena

Vele ke nyaka go di wela

She Afrik yea oh my