BIG GAS lyrics

[Intro: Lil Darkie & Isaiah Malik]
Ahh, yuh
Did you just make this shorter? (Yuh)
Finna rap all my sh*t again, yuh

[Verse 1: Isaiah Malik]
Uh, ayy!
The bigger the money, the bigger the bank
You n*ggas shooting them blanks, yuh
Imma keep two in the tank, yuh
Imma keep two in the tank, yuh
I need a boot tripping, if imma shoot imma keep you in my range, yuh
He Danny Phantom, I'm Gray, yuh
He blow up ghosts from the tank, yuh
You just a f*ck n*gga licking my boots and I'll tell you the truth, hey yeah
I couldn't f*ck with a stranger
I couldn't- yuh, yuh
I got Mary Jane in the safe call me "Big Bank Budda"
Leave a n*gga stain, I had him singing hallelujah
He ain't got a brain that's why he looking so peculiar, b*tch who ya?
Better run 'cause imma leave a pool of, blood on my hands
It's a gun in my pants
Everyone look at my face, I'm Bobby The Builder
Put a tool on my waist, I'm finna shoot up the place
I'ma smoke the red no KitKat
Tell me what's a dog to a big cat?
Kick back in a strawberry ship
But a n*gga really jumping and he really can't fix that
[Chorus: Lil Darkie]
Big gas, big sh*t
Talk mess, get your wig split
Hollow tips hit
All 'em kids grip big gats, big sticks
Big blunts and we rip c*nts
Took a trip once

[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
Now she talking 'bout him different
Gas that you be whiffing, I be ripping, I be spliffing
Rapping like Egyptian
Put the smoke inside my ribs, and I might learn to cope
Or I might buy a light and turn to dope
(Hmm, hmmm, hmm, hmm)
(Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do)
Big gas all what I smoke
Look at me flow, hope I don't, hope I don't choke
Look what I wrote, look what I, look what I spit
Walking a, walking that drip
I'm on that bat, I'm on her, I'm on her back
I'ma get bust in her crack
Look at that white, white in a, white in a line
She on that sh*t all the time
I do not f*ck with, I do not f*ck with that sh*t, I'm too high
In my lane swerving down the 5
Smoking that green, I'm with the team
I might, be on that Bangtan sh*t
Don't got what it take to fit in
I'm on that face it b*tch sh*t
They on that racist pig sh*t
She on that basic b*tch sh*t
Get what I made, a big splash
I be that rain, that big gas
[Chorus: Lil Darkie]
Big gas, big gas
Big gas, big gas, big gas
Big gas, big gas, big sh*t
Talk mess, get your wig split
Hollow tips hit
All 'em kids grip big gats, big sticks
Big blunts and we rip c*nts
Took a trip once, I got big luck (Ay, ayy)