POTGB ft. Bill$up Lyrics

Power of the gas bag

Get your lighters ready

She said who is me?

Mask on

Pandemic trapper

Smelling like creed

Trackhawk jeep

It go a nice speed

Money start feeling

Like its growing off tress

How my son get these J's before me?

Damn…

The road feel longer

But feel better when you get it

Stay down

Hundred percent

But it's five percent tinted

Red and blue mixed pitt

When im picket fence finished

Yeah the grass grow greener over here

Grab a pack, go up a tier

You ever stare the boss in eyes

let him know ain't nothing sweet

Shit you try to play me

Than the maker you going meet

Strike first like i'm krease

I had money in my jeans

Since my jeans had a crease

I don't like to talk much

My action speak very loud

The last one

I gave

My heart up

Just to see her smile

Moët bottles

Hit the ground

Every July

Just for Bussem

Every chance i get

I say his name

Every time

Yeah i'm Benihan

Little wine and dine

Couple hunnid dollar fines

Little petty crimes

Never want to do the time

But quick to do the crime

Baby caught me spinning round

Told her fall in line

Yeah

You know they all me PZ

From here to there…

Zebra …

Still Here

POTGB

Power Of the Gas Bag

She said who is me?

Mask on

Pandemic trapper

Smelling like creed

Trackhawk jeep

It go a nice speed

Money start feeling

Like its growing off tress

How my son get these J's

Before me?

Damn…

The road feel longer

But feel better when you get it

Stay down

Hundred percent

But it's five percent tinted

Red and blue mixed pitt

When im picket fence finished

Yeah the grass grow greener over here

Grab a pack, go up a tier