Stop Gassin

I don't give a fuck what you talking bout
Never gave no fuck bout that
Chopper on me, put your hands up just like some jumping jacks
I been smoking woods back to back feel like a lumberjack
You know that I'm pushing a hundred if cops come and I'm outside
You know that I'm fucking his thot for fun, that bitch is not mine
She sucking my dick till her nose run and she look up and I'm cross-eyed
You better be keeping it clean, cause I got shooters in the cut like peroxide
They might just put you on a white tee, or the angel chains, or on fox five
Walk in that bitch with a glock-19 in the club, nigga every time
Thought so many had my back, but I turned around and they started stabbing mine
A demon just brought me some racks
Hoodie demonites, and the jeans number nine

But my bitch a ten
And Jett3ye just called me, he don't got no dreads he fresh out the pen yeah
I could just take your lil bitch if I want to, it really depend
And that boy better not be stealing cause we cutting hands
First of all know that I'm geeked bitch
See new money every week bitch
I ain't even hit my peak bitch
Don't give a fuck bout' no tweet bitch
Stop gassing them up, they on e
My t-shirt is older than me
These niggas a kill bout a b
And swear up and down that they p
Stop gassing them up, they on e
Stop gassing them up, they on e
My shooter walk round with a green beam
He said he don't fuck with the green lean
I'm with the mafia, this is the dream team
Too many flows, too many hoes, too many clothes
Too many bad bitches with me that nobody knows
I got a hoodie on outside, it ain't even cold
We finna wipe his nose if I heard a pussy nigga told

Stop gassing them up, they on e
Stop gassing them up, they on e
Stop gassing them up, they on e
Stop gassing them up, they on e bitch