Gas

Uh, It's D-Beezy Baby
Woke up in the morning like damn it's early
Touching on a brick now my hands is dirty
Saw a bad bitch wit her friend i flirted
Took em both to the crib now they mans is nervous ugh
Lemme me start off by saying it's D-Beezy Baby
I'm so sick I heard the beat and I regurgitated
In other words I spit the shit that make ya colon cave in
The coldest lines I could wit the coldest cadence
Couple screws loose yea I go crazy so you know these other niggas can't stand it
Cuz I'm
Standing on top of the machine I'm a mechanic
When they hear I'm bout to feature they panic
Even if I slow the shit down
Fuck it imma keep it choppin like I'm hibachi grillin it's easy
That way when I open up my lips n I start to spit they ain't askin shit
They already know that it's me cuz

That shit Gas!
I ain't even spark a match but that shit so fire
You don't even have to ask to know that shit Gas!
I ain't even spark a match but that shit so fire
You don't even have to ask to know that shit Gas!
Every single time I smoke they like
That shit Gas
Every time they play my songs they like
That shit Gas
Every time I switch my flows they like
That shit Gas
But now you're just showing your ass

Wrote a new verse
Now I'm in need of some water
Fire as fuck I just gotta record it
Mind in a haze
Had to remember it all cuz the paper went up in a blaze
As soon as I jotted it down now my desk got a hole that is blacker than me
So you would think, that I'd be pissed
But a nigga is happy as happy could be
Like I'm clapping my hands and I'm stomping my feet
Like I feel like a room wit no roof and a breeze
Like I'm sober as fuck finally hitting some tree
Like it's me and my girl playing birds and the bees
Like I'm way too excited to sit in a seat
Shit got me jumping all over the place
There ain't no asking me what do I think cuz I know that it's written all over my face

That shit Gas
I ain't even spark a match but that shit so fire
You don't even have to ask to know that shit Gas
I ain't even spark a match but that shit so fire
You don't even have to ask to know that shit Gas
Every single time I smoke they like
That shit Gas
Every time they play my songs they like
That shit Gas
Every time I switch my flows they like
That shit Gas
But now you're just showing your ass

When the sun rise
I get my ass up rubbing both eyes
Blacking out my paper with dope lines
I do it on my own since they won't give me credit or co-sign
I guess I wasn't suited for the times like bow ties
I guess they wasn't ready for the way that I be spitting
Way too used to these niggas riding the rhythm
I'm a little different, imma say it in a way that make em listen
If they miss it they wasn't paying attention
And now everybody knows it
Lines is the coldest
And they the only one that's not impressed
But if they look around the room everybody like oh
And they all on they own looking dumb as shit
But that's exactly how it goes when I drop a little gold
In the middle of my flow trynna see if they notice
Then I grab the canister and I start to pour it
All over the floor
They like fuck is this
Oh yea that shit Gas

I ain't even spark a match but that shit so fire
You don't even have to ask to know that shit Gas
I ain't even spark a match but that shit so fire
You don't even have to ask to know that shit Gas