Gas

Rollin the gas
Grippin the mag
They think I don't got it
But They don't know that
Playbxy in the back
Don't know how to act
Teezy he Willdin
Gone off the yack
Rollin the gas
Grippin the mag
They think I don't got it
But They don't know that
Playbxy in the back
Don't know how to act
Teezy he Willdin
Gone off the yack

Gone off the gas gone off the gas know you see me floating
Whole lotta cash stuffed in my pockets got them hoes just poking
He gone hocus pocus
Geeked he can't even focus
Pass em blunt that Nigga slumped all of this weed too potent
Yea yea know that I'm moving now
Gone slow yung Nigga zooted now
Air in the room it's polluted now
Callin Lil brodi to bring the pounds
Break it down Pass it round leavin it there if it touch the ground
Yung Dev in this bitch yea I move wit the crew
Got a dawg named Krew touch my dog and imma shoot
New year same shit so I'm still up in this booth
Puttin on for the ville even merch comin soon

Rollin the gas
Grippin the mag
They think I don't got it
But They don't know that
Playbxy in the back
Don't know how to act
Teezy he Willdin
Gone off the yack
Rollin the gas
Grippin the mag
They think I don't got it
But They don't know that
Playbxy in the back
Don't know how to act
Teezy he Willdin
Gone off the yack



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Writer(s): Devonte Perry
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