Gaseous Maximus (feat. YWG Haunted)
We smoking the gas, yeah
Riding too fast, yeah
Blunt at the dash, yeah
She flashing her ass, yeah
We roll with the bands, ay
Say she got fans, ay
That boy yeah he ran, ay
My money a scam, ay
We smoking the gas, yeah
Riding too fast, yeah
Blunt at the dash, yeah
She flashing her ass, yeah
We roll with the bands, ay
Say she got fans, ay
That boy yeah he ran, ay
My money a scam, ay
I spit legit
Born talent who harnessed it
Artisan
Hard as bricks
Bump my shit when the car pull in
Like SKRRT
I've got industrial bars
Piercing your ears with my sound from afar
Shedding the harm
Betting the farm
Swimming in winnings
My checks are all large
Ready your mark
I'm off to the races
Scoffing in faces of all imitations
Not that I'm hating
I'm glad that you made it
But how you made it
Got me vindicated
My mind is racing
I pass the baton
I'm running laps
Anchor the squad
Banker bosshog
Anger the mob
Pickup the pace
Keep trucking along
We smoking the gas, yeah
Riding too fast, yeah
Blunt at the dash, yeah
She flashing her ass, yeah
We roll with the bands, ay
Say she got fans, ay
That boy yeah he ran, ay
My money a scam, ay
We smoking the gas, yeah
Riding too fast, yeah
Blunt at the dash, yeah
She flashing her ass, yeah
We roll with the bands, ay
Say she got fans, ay
That boy yeah he ran, ay
My money a scam, ay
We smoking the gas, yeah
Riding too fast, yeah
Blunt at the dash, yeah
She flashing her ass, yeah
We roll with the bands, ay
Say she got fans, ay
That boy yeah he ran, ay
My money a scam, ay
Riding too fast, yeah
Blunt at the dash, yeah
She flashing her ass, yeah
We roll with the bands, ay
Say she got fans, ay
That boy yeah he ran, ay
My money a scam, ay
We smoking the gas, yeah
Riding too fast, yeah
Blunt at the dash, yeah
She flashing her ass, yeah
We roll with the bands, ay
Say she got fans, ay
That boy yeah he ran, ay
My money a scam, ay
I spit legit
Born talent who harnessed it
Artisan
Hard as bricks
Bump my shit when the car pull in
Like SKRRT
I've got industrial bars
Piercing your ears with my sound from afar
Shedding the harm
Betting the farm
Swimming in winnings
My checks are all large
Ready your mark
I'm off to the races
Scoffing in faces of all imitations
Not that I'm hating
I'm glad that you made it
But how you made it
Got me vindicated
My mind is racing
I pass the baton
I'm running laps
Anchor the squad
Banker bosshog
Anger the mob
Pickup the pace
Keep trucking along
We smoking the gas, yeah
Riding too fast, yeah
Blunt at the dash, yeah
She flashing her ass, yeah
We roll with the bands, ay
Say she got fans, ay
That boy yeah he ran, ay
My money a scam, ay
We smoking the gas, yeah
Riding too fast, yeah
Blunt at the dash, yeah
She flashing her ass, yeah
We roll with the bands, ay
Say she got fans, ay
That boy yeah he ran, ay
My money a scam, ay
We smoking the gas, yeah
Riding too fast, yeah
Blunt at the dash, yeah
She flashing her ass, yeah
We roll with the bands, ay
Say she got fans, ay
That boy yeah he ran, ay
My money a scam, ay
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Writer(s): Brady Kerkhoff
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