Old Gas

Black tape hanging round your neck and you lie anyways

Dope cars driving past your face yeah we on interstates

First off chilling with my homies it always great

Last off I always finish first so yeah I clear my plate

Plates gone driving in a coupe and it got no tags

They like hold on what's that shit you playing

It's that old gas

Banging to the beat I miss my exit yeah that so sad

Play it back, so now we gotta hit repeat on both tracks

I'm everywhere and no where at the same time

I'm passing through these shoulders like this car mine