GAS ft. E.Faness

I got the gas, I ain't talkin' bout what the fuck comes out my ass

They don't get a pass cause when bitches get gassed, they don't know how to act

I hit the gas and I swerve on these bitches, Sade smooth like jazz

Yeah, I got that sass, and it's all in my raps like lemme go spaz

They tryna make food with my recipe

Put hoes in they Place, call me Sesame

I don't just rap bout my fuckin' box, so what rap bitch gon be checkin me?

I be dubbin' like who finna step to me

Should put me on the flag if you reppin' me

Every time I rap along with these men, they see me, they all be respectin me

I make real beats, no samplin' shit, uh