Gas Lane

I'm still alive
Young nigga could be dead or in jail
Swallow your pride
Being hard ain't worth being in a cell
We stackin' numbers
Hell nah we don't fuck around with 12
I'm talkin' commas
Young Guap tryna see 100 Mill
I never fumbled
I still put in work on that field
I make sure my niggas eat
But you don't know how that feel
Got that hammer on the seat
Boy you just look like a nail
Niggas salty cause they sweet
Boy you just look like a snail

Gas in the fast lane
Ashtray full of gas
Nigga this the Gas Lane

Gas in the fast lane
Ashtray full of gas
Nigga this the Gas Lane

Gas in the fast lane
Ashtray full of gas
Nigga this the Gas Lane

Gas in the fast lane
Ashtray full of gas
Nigga this the Gas Lane

Yeah
I ain't a rookie
Told that bitch
Elbows on ya feet
And then I took it (Damn)
I'm smokin' cookie
Killed the blunt and the beat
Tell the judge come on and book me
They don't wanna see you with it unless they got it (Yeah)
That bitch only with you cause you take her shopping (Damn)
If she can't pick no money up boy she gone drop ya (Damn)
How you get played by a bitch You ain't my patna (Damn)
Bitch ain't never played with me that's on my momma
Rich nigga still hotbox in that Honda (Damn)

Gas in the fast lane
Ashtray full of gas
Nigga this the Gas Lane

Gas in the fast lane
Ashtray full of gas
Nigga this the Gas Lane

Gas in the fast lane
Ashtray full of gas
Nigga this the Gas Lane

Gas in the fast lane
Ashtray full of gas
Nigga this the Gas Lane



Credits
Writer(s): King Roseberry
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