Smokin On Gas Lyrics

I had a dream last night about talking to grandma and telling her that I made it

She said I knew you would do it

And all that it took was for you to just keep your patience

I was in foreigns with gold on my neck and my wrists

With a lotta bands and a lotta drip

And when she passed I had to go crazy cause to her that was my final wish

Tryna provide and put on with this shit

Shit was so crazy when I was a kid

I was so stressed had to make my life flip

Now niggas hear me and know I'm the shit

Smoking this Runtz I'm needing some more

I'm getting faded to let my mind flow

Remember them nights where I slept on the floor

I was outside had to sleep in the cold

Young nigga got it I had to go grind

Cause I couldn't take no more of them times

I had to worry bout mine

All I'm tryna do is shine

Me and Chief we was in the cut tryna run it up on a dime

Chillin and smoking with a couple women

That was until we got harassed by the swine

Shit was so crazy I think to 02

I was just 5 I was chillin with Drew

Talking bout riding inside of a coup

Now we just eating up all of life's fruit

I am a quiet young nigga I get to my paper I couldn't care about another thing

Turning up with this shit because if I don't I wont have a thing

I'm from that city that ain't never safe

Cause if you lacking they pull up and spray

One of my niggas still doing the race

If the ops catch him he wont win a case

I was finessing to get me some cake

Tryna go put me a M in the safe

Rolling up every damn day that I wake

Cause I gotta celebrate

I'm smoking on gas I'm lit

I need another zip

This is that bag no mid

It got me rolling again

I used to hop on the RTA

That was to go secure me a play

Rolling through Cleveland on every day

The plug got in Gushers I need a taste

I'm smokin I'm gas I'm lit

Watch me finesse to a couple hundred

I'm smoking on gas I'm lit

Roll up the wood and I'm gettin blunted

I'm smoking on gas I'm lit

Multiple strains I need the whole sack

Pull out the cone and I'm needing it packed

If you gone roll it it need to be fat

I'm smokin I'm gas I'm lit

Watch me finesse to a couple hundred

I'm smoking on gas I'm lit

Roll up the wood and I'm gettin blunted

I'm smoking on gas I'm lit

Hold up my nigga you need to get back

Don't know what he thought but I swear it ain't that

I'm in the front I'm leading the pack

Shoutout to A1 and that nigga E

They was the first niggas fucking with me

Ant produced villain and E bought some beats

After that then I start flooding the streets

Shoutout to Milly and Nelly that's FAM

Unc and Neph crazy it had me like damn

Feel like the Throne cause Im bout to go HAM

Let all these niggas know just who I am

I'm goin crazy when I'm in the booth

Feeling like bishop with all of this juice

I'm needing every single one of them jewels

Doin what I kept on sayin I'd do

I was so down had to brighten my mood

Counted me out it was way too soon

Niggas switched up and done relit the fuse

Now I'm in action like I'm a platoon

I play the game to be one of the greats

And I can't lie about nothing I say

Cause I can never play about my name

The Gushers and Glue got immaculate taste

Feel like a Martian I'm in outer space

Trust me this album is well worth the wait

Watch how I run it up look at my plate

Now how I'm gone celebrate

I'm smoking on gas I'm lit

I need another zip

This is that bag no mid

It got me rolling again

I used to hop on the RTA

That was to go secure me a play

Rolling through Cleveland on every day

The plug got in Gushers I need a taste