Gas
Hopped in the lab like I'm throwing a jab
Hit the freeway just to get me some gas
Speed for the pay like I'm whipping a cab
Yea I got the relay then I got me some bags
Old ways, guess it's just a relapse
Killing demons but they coming back
Seen the way, now I'm doing the dash
Get the pack, flip it, and I run it back
They'll do you dirty for a lotta cash
Do you dirty for a brand new ass
Do you dirty for a weeklong trance
Do you dirty for a trip to France
Do you dirty just to tell the rest
This is the guy who I put on the bench
Turned to me like I don't mean no offense
Bitch made me see that she ain't in my plans
Now she hitting my line trying ask me what's next
Told her our time is now deep in a trench,
Can't be my girl and you can't be my friend
If the shit is same, still can't call me your man
If you creeping the same bitch don't come to my ends
I'm just reaping the game for some change I can spend
I just keep making problems ain't making amends
Look at young nyt bitch I did it again
Hopped in the lab like I'm throwing a jab
Hit the freeway just to get me some gas
Speed for the pay like I'm whipping a cab
Yea I got the relay then I got me some bags
Old ways, guess it's just a relapse
Killing demons but they coming back
Seen the way, now I'm doing the dash
Get the pack, flip it, and I run it back
Popping some tags so my ass can relax
Fought the jet lag with some grass in the wraps
Pray that I don't get no asthma attacks
But still wonder what will be the added up tax
Tryna win the whole game I ain't talking no craps
I don't focus on lanes bitch I focus on maps
Think to myself damn I need to keep straps
Cuz I'm here to make change and they killed X for racks
Racks on racks on racks, Bet the whole stack
Put it on that red or that black
Ball drop, tap, tap, tap, 10x back
Then the bartender gave me that Jack
Game full of tools and they weak
Drop fool's gold and they think
Damn look at me, I'm fly as can be
Rats be lying on beats just to get some more cheese, that shit ain't OG
Hopped in the lab like I'm throwing a jab
Hit the freeway just to get me some gas
Speed for the pay like I'm whipping a cab
Yea I got the relay then I got me some bags
Old ways, guess it's just a relapse
Killing demons but they coming back
Seen the way, now I'm doing the dash
Get the pack, flip it, and I run it back
Hit the freeway just to get me some gas
Speed for the pay like I'm whipping a cab
Yea I got the relay then I got me some bags
Old ways, guess it's just a relapse
Killing demons but they coming back
Seen the way, now I'm doing the dash
Get the pack, flip it, and I run it back
They'll do you dirty for a lotta cash
Do you dirty for a brand new ass
Do you dirty for a weeklong trance
Do you dirty for a trip to France
Do you dirty just to tell the rest
This is the guy who I put on the bench
Turned to me like I don't mean no offense
Bitch made me see that she ain't in my plans
Now she hitting my line trying ask me what's next
Told her our time is now deep in a trench,
Can't be my girl and you can't be my friend
If the shit is same, still can't call me your man
If you creeping the same bitch don't come to my ends
I'm just reaping the game for some change I can spend
I just keep making problems ain't making amends
Look at young nyt bitch I did it again
Hopped in the lab like I'm throwing a jab
Hit the freeway just to get me some gas
Speed for the pay like I'm whipping a cab
Yea I got the relay then I got me some bags
Old ways, guess it's just a relapse
Killing demons but they coming back
Seen the way, now I'm doing the dash
Get the pack, flip it, and I run it back
Popping some tags so my ass can relax
Fought the jet lag with some grass in the wraps
Pray that I don't get no asthma attacks
But still wonder what will be the added up tax
Tryna win the whole game I ain't talking no craps
I don't focus on lanes bitch I focus on maps
Think to myself damn I need to keep straps
Cuz I'm here to make change and they killed X for racks
Racks on racks on racks, Bet the whole stack
Put it on that red or that black
Ball drop, tap, tap, tap, 10x back
Then the bartender gave me that Jack
Game full of tools and they weak
Drop fool's gold and they think
Damn look at me, I'm fly as can be
Rats be lying on beats just to get some more cheese, that shit ain't OG
Hopped in the lab like I'm throwing a jab
Hit the freeway just to get me some gas
Speed for the pay like I'm whipping a cab
Yea I got the relay then I got me some bags
Old ways, guess it's just a relapse
Killing demons but they coming back
Seen the way, now I'm doing the dash
Get the pack, flip it, and I run it back
Credits
Writer(s): Ronak Misson
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