Gas Like Mine lyrics

[Intro]
Gas like mine
Baby, I smoke OG these n*ggas smoking weed
I smoke Kush and Backwoods all week, I'm smoking brocco-
I smoke Kush and Backwoods all week, I'm smoking broccoli
I done-

Oh my god, damn!

Aye man, this your boy DBands, man. You know? n*ggas gon' hate regardless, man. n*ggas gon' hate on every damn thing you do. n*ggas gon' hate, man. n*ggas just gon' hate, man. But I ain't never found no weed like mines, bro, so you know I had to do this sh*t, bro, you feel what I'm saying? This my mother f*cking birthday and sh*t. Let you n*ggas enjoy this EP. Yuh. Gang sh*t, n*gga

[Chorus]
Pull off in the f*cking foreign, n*ggas be hating
Addicted to smoking reefa', these n*ggas be hating
I done looked out, and search, and it's hard to find some gas like mine
Gas like mine
Baby, I smoke OG these n*ggas smoking weed
I smoke Kush and Backwoods all week, I'm smoking broccoli
I done looked out, and search, and it's hard to find some gas like mine
Gas like mine

[Verse]
My ice bling, bling
My f*cking chain swing
I need a shorty that's gonna hang, hang, hang
You can't hang with the gang if you ain't smoking dank
I f*ck b*tches, I get guap n*gga, what the f*ck you think?
Your b*tch like me, she be blowing up my phone
I be like "Goddamn, can you please leave me alone?"
Shoutout to my n*gga Jugg
She be blowing me kisses
I cannot fall in love, I'm tryna get to these riches
f*cking hoes, counting rolls, smoking dope
That's my lifestyle that I'm living
I be sipping, codeine sipping
Smashing b*tches, counting digits, trapping out the kitchen
And your b*tch, she be sticking' sticking like some glue
Pour the goop in my cup, sipping like soup
n*ggas know what's up
I done looked out, and search, and it's hard to find some gas like mine
Gas like mine
[Chorus]
Pull off in the f*cking foreign, n*ggas be hating
Addicted to smoking reefa', these n*ggas be hating
I done looked out, and search, and it's hard to find some gas like mine
Gas like mine
Baby, I smoke OG these n*ggas smoking weed
I smoke Kush and Backwoods all week, I'm smoking broccoli
I done looked out, and search, and it's hard to find some gas like mine
Gas like mine

[Verse 2]
Baby what's the word I'm tryna' be with you
I see you looking at me, and I'm looking at you
These hoes ain't got nothing on you, I spend it all on you
f*ck these other hoes, baby, I just want you
We can ride off in a beamer coupe
I'ma spend it all, this guap on you
Baby I'm tryna' make you my boo
f*ck Lil Bodita she ain't got nothing on you, yuh, yuh
What the f*ck is really wrong with these b*tches?
I be in my prime though, counting all these digits
I be counting commas, I don't do no drama
If a n*gga talking he gon' have to meet my llama