Gas Smoke
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Face it
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Face it
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Face it
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Face it
Three five in a Backwood
Now I'm painless
Young nigga like to act hood
You ain't dangerous
Young nigga like to act hood
You ain't dangerous
Three five in my rello
I'm like hello
Bae I can't miss
Banked it
Ballin in my tank bitch
Trippin in the kitchen
Dropped my plate off in the sank
Bandana on my face
Hammer on my waist
This shit come in handy
Feel like Manny in this place
You can tell I'm feeling great
Maybe cause my eyes red
Don't ask all them questions
While I'm puffing or my high is dead
Elevate yo mental space
Even though I'm going dumb
I can't feel my body
Girl I'm sorry but I'm going numb
Going numb
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Face it
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Face it
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Face it
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Face it
Three five in a Backwood
Now I'm painless
Young nigga like to act hood
You ain't dangerous
Pop life
Low life
For life
I was taught to roll dice
Starving on them cold nights
Get my pack
Hit my dance
Like I'm in them strobe lights
Niggas cap
In they rap
Barking but they won't bite
Darkening yo own light
Just because I shine greater
Your hating look like compliments
You said it wrong like Now or Later
Baby girl just dial later
I'm too high on wild vapor
Said you would've came but
You don't like smoking on brown paper
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Face it
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Face it
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Face it
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Face it
I'm on the sticky & icky
I'm rolling the dank
Can't let none fall out the blunt
You coughing too rapidly
When you smoke after me
I knew you weren't smoking no runtz
Sour diesel next gelato
It's increasing my bravado
Why you wheezing when you breathing in them trees?
Hell if I know
Saw that demon how she squeeze up in them jeans
Had to follow
Now we meeting up
Breaking down some weed for us
Then she roll, then we smoke
Knew I had to bring enough
Now we doing more blazin'
Ceiling heightens, floor raising
Everything is more spacious
Homeostasis
Sweet oasis
This the sweet sensation
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Face it
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Face it
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Face it
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Face it
Three five in a Backwood
Now I'm painless
Young nigga like to act hood
You ain't dangerous
Young nigga like to act hood
You ain't dangerous
Three five in my rello
I'm like hello
Bae I can't miss
Banked it
Ballin in my tank bitch
Trippin in the kitchen
Dropped my plate off in the sank
Bandana on my face
Hammer on my waist
This shit come in handy
Feel like Manny in this place
You can tell I'm feeling great
Maybe cause my eyes red
Don't ask all them questions
While I'm puffing or my high is dead
Elevate yo mental space
Even though I'm going dumb
I can't feel my body
Girl I'm sorry but I'm going numb
Going numb
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Face it
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Face it
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Face it
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Face it
Three five in a Backwood
Now I'm painless
Young nigga like to act hood
You ain't dangerous
Pop life
Low life
For life
I was taught to roll dice
Starving on them cold nights
Get my pack
Hit my dance
Like I'm in them strobe lights
Niggas cap
In they rap
Barking but they won't bite
Darkening yo own light
Just because I shine greater
Your hating look like compliments
You said it wrong like Now or Later
Baby girl just dial later
I'm too high on wild vapor
Said you would've came but
You don't like smoking on brown paper
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Face it
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Face it
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Face it
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Gas smoke
Face it
I'm on the sticky & icky
I'm rolling the dank
Can't let none fall out the blunt
You coughing too rapidly
When you smoke after me
I knew you weren't smoking no runtz
Sour diesel next gelato
It's increasing my bravado
Why you wheezing when you breathing in them trees?
Hell if I know
Saw that demon how she squeeze up in them jeans
Had to follow
Now we meeting up
Breaking down some weed for us
Then she roll, then we smoke
Knew I had to bring enough
Now we doing more blazin'
Ceiling heightens, floor raising
Everything is more spacious
Homeostasis
Sweet oasis
This the sweet sensation
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Writer(s): Dazavier Hadley
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