Big Gas

I'm rolling big gas up
Drako make ya back up
It get quiet when it sing
Get to clapping
Like the anthem
You be telling these hoes lies
Oh so you having them racks huh
Hood bitch but she bad and boujie
She a dancer
She tryna throw it all at me
Ain't shit I can't handle
When she don't have her way
She go throw a
Temper Tantrum
She like why my messages green
I been working off a Samsung
Might go ghost then
Pull up in phantom

Make sure that I'm sitting on some that b i g
All in Atlanta at the stu
Fucking with T I G
Ima count this money till I d i e

All these racks can't fit in these
Yeah
All we got is
Memories
2 cups and exotic
My remedies
Tryna make this money
Last centuries
2 middle fingers up
Fuck my enemies

Pull up and park on the curb
Wassup my nigga
What's the word
Running round making
Plays up in the 3rd
Neiko finna drop again
Yeah I heard
All this money
I'm on top the world
Head so good
My toes might curl
Feeling like a mf me
Smoking nerds
Hoes giving out brain
I think I learned

Hate being last so
Had to run the bag up
Quit dickriding
Nigga go and get ya bag up
Working everyday soon
It's gone all add up
Really havin what we say
Can't nobody really Gas us
At this point
Feeling like nobody can pass us
Hop in that fast mf and go faster
Lately I
Been ghost on them moving like Casper
I'm the only one
Told me I'm her favorite rapper
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Neiko 4k
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