Potgb

Power of the gas bag
Get your lighters ready

She said who is me?
Mask on
Pandemic trapper
Smelling like creed
Trackhawk jeep
It go a nice speed
Money start feeling
Like its growing off tress
How my son get these J's before me?
Damn...
The road feel longer
But feel better when you get it
Stay down
Hundred percent
But it's five percent tinted
Red and blue mixed pitt
When im picket fence finished
Yeah the grass grow greener over here
Grab a pack, go up a tier
You ever stare the boss in eyes
let him know ain't nothing sweet
Shit you try to play me
Than the maker you going meet
Strike first like i'm krease
I had money in my jeans
Since my jeans had a crease
I don't like to talk much
My action speak very loud
The last one
I gave
My heart up
Just to see her smile
Moët bottles
Hit the ground
Every July
Just for Bussem
Every chance i get
I say his name
Every time
Yeah i'm Benihan
Little wine and dine
Couple hunnid dollar fines
Little petty crimes
Never want to do the time
But quick to do the crime
Baby caught me spinning round
Told her fall in line
Yeah

You know they all me PZ
From here to there...
Zebra ...

Still Here

POTGB
Power Of the Gas Bag

She said who is me?
Mask on
Pandemic trapper
Smelling like creed
Trackhawk jeep
It go a nice speed
Money start feeling
Like its growing off tress
How my son get these J's
Before me?
Damn...
The road feel longer
But feel better when you get it
Stay down
Hundred percent
But it's five percent tinted
Red and blue mixed pitt
When im picket fence finished
Yeah the grass grow greener over here
Grab a pack, go up a tier



Credits
Writer(s): Joel Kellem
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