GAZ (feat. 4AM Beatz)
Let me hit that gas
Tryna get a milli
To leave my pain in the past
I was told the world is mine
And now I feel like Nas
Imma be what they can't be
And this shit gonna last
My ash white like a racist
And got yellow bills to stack
Took a pic without the flash
Slo two times with the cam
I'm tripping off the hash man
That's how we run the section
Do a movie with no cam
Now they coming to our section
And these bitches don't excite me
But the money gimme erection
Poppin Molly Cyrus
And I'm flying like i'm Horus
And I'm looking for a challenge
Cause these "rappers" be boring
Bout to pop a bottle
To celebrate a nigga downfall
They were talking shit
But we don't see them
Cause these niggas fell off
You brag about loyalty
But we know you's a sellout
But at the end I don't care
I just wanna cash out
Why you feel offended
When i tell you "you's a fiend"
Can't offend the gang
Don't you forget young g
Let me hit that gas
Tryna get a milli
To leave my pain in the past
I was told the world is mine
And now I feel like Nas
Imma be what they can't be
And this shit gonna last
My ash white like a racist
And got yellow bills to stack
To stack hun-hun
By any means that's that
Cause lotta niggas cap
Cause they about that chat
That's facts hun-hun
They're stabbing in the back
Then they all up on my sack
You fake your life that's sad
Tryna get a milli
To leave my pain in the past
I was told the world is mine
And now I feel like Nas
Imma be what they can't be
And this shit gonna last
My ash white like a racist
And got yellow bills to stack
Took a pic without the flash
Slo two times with the cam
I'm tripping off the hash man
That's how we run the section
Do a movie with no cam
Now they coming to our section
And these bitches don't excite me
But the money gimme erection
Poppin Molly Cyrus
And I'm flying like i'm Horus
And I'm looking for a challenge
Cause these "rappers" be boring
Bout to pop a bottle
To celebrate a nigga downfall
They were talking shit
But we don't see them
Cause these niggas fell off
You brag about loyalty
But we know you's a sellout
But at the end I don't care
I just wanna cash out
Why you feel offended
When i tell you "you's a fiend"
Can't offend the gang
Don't you forget young g
Let me hit that gas
Tryna get a milli
To leave my pain in the past
I was told the world is mine
And now I feel like Nas
Imma be what they can't be
And this shit gonna last
My ash white like a racist
And got yellow bills to stack
To stack hun-hun
By any means that's that
Cause lotta niggas cap
Cause they about that chat
That's facts hun-hun
They're stabbing in the back
Then they all up on my sack
You fake your life that's sad
Credits
Writer(s): Yoka Pakabomba
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