Gas and Mud
It's low down Gucci
Steal ya bomb Gucci
Remember when I used to drive an old ass hooptie
Gas packed shawty
Dirty cup shawty
And why they call it Mountain Park it ain't no God damn mountain
I was raised in Sun Valley wasn't a damn thing sunny
And I can't lie I tried to serve every God damn junkie
Smoking gas and drinking mud but you can keep the Budweiser
She's a blunt begging bitch so I don't wanna stand by her
If you pouring ounces up then I don't wanna drink with you
If you ain't gettin money I don't wanna link with you
I'll bring the pot to the water, I can kitchen sink with you
I had to kick you out the squad you was the weakest link nigga
I got gas, gas
You know I got the gas
Ninety three octane four thousand for a bag
Gas, gas, sell it really fast
The pack just came in, you know this shit is gas
Mud, mud, gotta keep a buzz
Eight hundred a pint nigga I can't show you love
Mud, mud, you know I'm drankin' mud
I might pour up the whole pint, cause I don't give a fuck
All this mud drinkin', bud stankin'
Walking 'round the club nigga
I'm a drug dealer, real killa, mean mugging fuck niggas
I heard you lookin for me nigga, I'm the one who shot your drug dealer
And if you really wanna go to war then I don't give a fuck nigga
Got a Bentley with the paper tags
Book bag full of gas
Pockets can't hold all the gas
I can loan your man some swag
And I'll pull that pistol fast
PRPs hang off my ass
You saved your money bought a Jag well bitch I could go buy a jet
Remember 1996 the year that I robbed my connect
I wasn't even twenty yet
I-20 with 20 bricks
I done did all kind of shit
Y'all niggas just full of shit
I just drunk to much today
Tryna drink the pain away
I got gas, gas
You know I got the gas
Ninety three octane four thousand for a bag
Gas, gas, sell it really fast
The pack came in, you know this shit is gas
Mud, mud, gotta keep a buzz
Eight hundred a pint nigga I can't show you love
Mud, mud, you know I'm drankin' mud
I might pour up the whole pint, cause I don't give a fuck
Love drankin dirty, woke up really late
I used to drank up early, I like the way it tastes
Drankin' on this Actavis I love to drink the grapes
They catch you with these pints my nigga you might catch a case
Flossin', tossin' proceed with caution
I'm the boss and I ain't takin' no losses
Smokin' gas and I'm sippin' on poison
Fuck the arguin' Imma hit my target
Caught a body but I beat my charges
Two Ferraris I got twin horses
New charger and I set it on forges
G5 touch down on Moreland
Poppin' pills like I hear voices
Me and Scooter just bought twin Porsches
Louboutins, but I wear 'em like Forces
Burberry my boxer shorts is
Louis V that's where my shorts is
Sun Valley that's where my heart is
Twenty sixes so I'm sittin' real high
Ridin' in the sky, same place my lord is
I got gas, gas
You know I got the gas
Ninety three octane four thousand for a bag
Gas, gas, sell it really fast
The pack just came in, you know this shit is gas
Mud, mud, gotta keep a buzz
Eight hundred a pint nigga I can't show you love
Mud, mud, you know I'm drankin' mud
I might pour up the whole pint, cause I don't give a fuck
Gas, mud
Steal ya bomb Gucci
Remember when I used to drive an old ass hooptie
Gas packed shawty
Dirty cup shawty
And why they call it Mountain Park it ain't no God damn mountain
I was raised in Sun Valley wasn't a damn thing sunny
And I can't lie I tried to serve every God damn junkie
Smoking gas and drinking mud but you can keep the Budweiser
She's a blunt begging bitch so I don't wanna stand by her
If you pouring ounces up then I don't wanna drink with you
If you ain't gettin money I don't wanna link with you
I'll bring the pot to the water, I can kitchen sink with you
I had to kick you out the squad you was the weakest link nigga
I got gas, gas
You know I got the gas
Ninety three octane four thousand for a bag
Gas, gas, sell it really fast
The pack just came in, you know this shit is gas
Mud, mud, gotta keep a buzz
Eight hundred a pint nigga I can't show you love
Mud, mud, you know I'm drankin' mud
I might pour up the whole pint, cause I don't give a fuck
All this mud drinkin', bud stankin'
Walking 'round the club nigga
I'm a drug dealer, real killa, mean mugging fuck niggas
I heard you lookin for me nigga, I'm the one who shot your drug dealer
And if you really wanna go to war then I don't give a fuck nigga
Got a Bentley with the paper tags
Book bag full of gas
Pockets can't hold all the gas
I can loan your man some swag
And I'll pull that pistol fast
PRPs hang off my ass
You saved your money bought a Jag well bitch I could go buy a jet
Remember 1996 the year that I robbed my connect
I wasn't even twenty yet
I-20 with 20 bricks
I done did all kind of shit
Y'all niggas just full of shit
I just drunk to much today
Tryna drink the pain away
I got gas, gas
You know I got the gas
Ninety three octane four thousand for a bag
Gas, gas, sell it really fast
The pack came in, you know this shit is gas
Mud, mud, gotta keep a buzz
Eight hundred a pint nigga I can't show you love
Mud, mud, you know I'm drankin' mud
I might pour up the whole pint, cause I don't give a fuck
Love drankin dirty, woke up really late
I used to drank up early, I like the way it tastes
Drankin' on this Actavis I love to drink the grapes
They catch you with these pints my nigga you might catch a case
Flossin', tossin' proceed with caution
I'm the boss and I ain't takin' no losses
Smokin' gas and I'm sippin' on poison
Fuck the arguin' Imma hit my target
Caught a body but I beat my charges
Two Ferraris I got twin horses
New charger and I set it on forges
G5 touch down on Moreland
Poppin' pills like I hear voices
Me and Scooter just bought twin Porsches
Louboutins, but I wear 'em like Forces
Burberry my boxer shorts is
Louis V that's where my shorts is
Sun Valley that's where my heart is
Twenty sixes so I'm sittin' real high
Ridin' in the sky, same place my lord is
I got gas, gas
You know I got the gas
Ninety three octane four thousand for a bag
Gas, gas, sell it really fast
The pack just came in, you know this shit is gas
Mud, mud, gotta keep a buzz
Eight hundred a pint nigga I can't show you love
Mud, mud, you know I'm drankin' mud
I might pour up the whole pint, cause I don't give a fuck
Gas, mud
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Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Gary Rafael Hill, Rodriquez Dejuan Yancy
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