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, Lil Darkie]
Uh, ayy!
The bigger the money, the bigger the bank (Uh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
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 (Yuh)
I'ma 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 ''ma 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 (Yuh, yuh)
[Chorus: Lil Darkie]
Big gas, big sh*t
Talk mess, get your wig split
Hollow tips hit (Too-too, too-too)
All 'em kids grip big gats, big sticks
Big blunts and we rip c*nts
Took a trip once

[Verse 2: Lil Darkie, Isaiah Malik]
Now she talking 'bout him different
Gas that you be whiffing, I be ripping, I be spliffing (Yuh)
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 (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Look what I wrote, look what I, look what I spit (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Walking a, walking that drip
I'm on that bat, I'm on her, I'm on her back
I'ma jus’ 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 five
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, yuh
[Chorus: Lil Darkie]
Big gas, big gas
Big gas, big gas (Yuh)
Big gas (Big gas)
Big gas, big gas, big sh*t
Talk mess, get your wig split
Hollow tips hit (Too-too, too-too)
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)