Gas
All gas
I can't stop at no red light
Hit blunt once
Make ya go night night
Im swerving hard
Gotta make sure that my cup straight
Im shining hard
Man Ik that Nigga real tight
Aye Fuchs the rules
I'm the one that's a big stepper bitch
Who the one that get pounds
& sell em quick
Who the one that gets bag
& twerk this bitch
Don't blink ya eye
You might just miss how I work this bitch
I'm Braking hard
I pull up strong
I'm playing problems solver
That's how I feel
If you ain't w/ me
Then you my opponent
Got connects
In the hills
Real plugs growing
Don't talk to much
Cause the bag
Do the talking for me
Za bag too strong
Got damn imma tax
Got the high got the mid
Got low for you pests
Don't talk my head off
Fuchs around get chin check
Bad bitches some are twins
Walking round butt naked
Blues falling out out my pockets
Like it was some snow flakes
She only let you Fuchs
Cause I had put her off today
Ion trip about no hoes
MOB on my veins
Got next im up now
Blowing up like propane
All gas
I can't stop at no red light
Hit blunt once
Make ya go night night
Im swerving hard
Gotta make sure that my cup straight
Im shining hard
Man Ik that Nigga real tight
Aye Fuchs the rules
I'm the one that's a big stepper bitch
Who the one that get pounds
& sell em quick
Who the one that gets bag
& twerk this bitch
Don't blink ya eye
You might just miss how I work this bitch
I got a extra load
Just watch me work this bih
I'm stuffing up my cone
Breaking down you smell a whiff
Most of you niggas need a loan
Just to get a flip
Show you how to get the sauce
And how to get the chips
Don't take shit from nobody
Let em know how you feel
Tied to the money
Like it's a mf will
Got pull like the fresh prince
Nigga Call me Will
Nigga say he got all muscle
But with me you gone need skill
Running laps around you nigga
Like a hamster in its wheel
If you enn charging what I'm charging
You ain't no plug you ain't enn forreal
Imma businessman
I cut the middleman out the deal
I Know your big homie
I ain't shopping that's how I feel
All gas
I can't stop at no red light
Hit blunt once
Make ya go night night
Im swerving hard
Gotta make sure that my cup straight
Im shining hard
Man Ik that Nigga real tight
Aye Fuchs the rules
I'm the one that's a big stepper bitch
Who the one that get pounds
& sell em quick
Who the one that gets bag
& twerk this bitch
Don't blink ya eye
You might just miss how I work this bitch
I can't stop at no red light
Hit blunt once
Make ya go night night
Im swerving hard
Gotta make sure that my cup straight
Im shining hard
Man Ik that Nigga real tight
Aye Fuchs the rules
I'm the one that's a big stepper bitch
Who the one that get pounds
& sell em quick
Who the one that gets bag
& twerk this bitch
Don't blink ya eye
You might just miss how I work this bitch
I'm Braking hard
I pull up strong
I'm playing problems solver
That's how I feel
If you ain't w/ me
Then you my opponent
Got connects
In the hills
Real plugs growing
Don't talk to much
Cause the bag
Do the talking for me
Za bag too strong
Got damn imma tax
Got the high got the mid
Got low for you pests
Don't talk my head off
Fuchs around get chin check
Bad bitches some are twins
Walking round butt naked
Blues falling out out my pockets
Like it was some snow flakes
She only let you Fuchs
Cause I had put her off today
Ion trip about no hoes
MOB on my veins
Got next im up now
Blowing up like propane
All gas
I can't stop at no red light
Hit blunt once
Make ya go night night
Im swerving hard
Gotta make sure that my cup straight
Im shining hard
Man Ik that Nigga real tight
Aye Fuchs the rules
I'm the one that's a big stepper bitch
Who the one that get pounds
& sell em quick
Who the one that gets bag
& twerk this bitch
Don't blink ya eye
You might just miss how I work this bitch
I got a extra load
Just watch me work this bih
I'm stuffing up my cone
Breaking down you smell a whiff
Most of you niggas need a loan
Just to get a flip
Show you how to get the sauce
And how to get the chips
Don't take shit from nobody
Let em know how you feel
Tied to the money
Like it's a mf will
Got pull like the fresh prince
Nigga Call me Will
Nigga say he got all muscle
But with me you gone need skill
Running laps around you nigga
Like a hamster in its wheel
If you enn charging what I'm charging
You ain't no plug you ain't enn forreal
Imma businessman
I cut the middleman out the deal
I Know your big homie
I ain't shopping that's how I feel
All gas
I can't stop at no red light
Hit blunt once
Make ya go night night
Im swerving hard
Gotta make sure that my cup straight
Im shining hard
Man Ik that Nigga real tight
Aye Fuchs the rules
I'm the one that's a big stepper bitch
Who the one that get pounds
& sell em quick
Who the one that gets bag
& twerk this bitch
Don't blink ya eye
You might just miss how I work this bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Cedric Robinson
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