Gas lyrics

by

Fre$h (Short Dawg)


[Intro: Problem]
Gas
(League of Starz)
Gas
(Lewi V.)
Gas, Gas, Gas
Gas, Gas
Gas, Gas, Gas
Gas

[Verse 1: Problem]
I'm on like a phone, name ring
Boy talking tough light it up Beijing
Everything bling, c*ck bang, hot as a lead shot
Mami with the frame, Cobain with the head shot
And I ain’t talking pictures, godly with my scriptures
Life be a b*tch, poppin’ molly till I flip em
We we b*tch I’m on TV b*tch, ain’t pus*y, ain’t b*tch
You won’t see me switch, naw!!
Walk it like I talk it, pick my target then I chalk it
And hand made garments high as Hollywood apartments
Giving white b*tches charges yeah I got that plug
And my goon n*gga pig, yeah he got that snub
Somebody’s in troub, oh mama, one triple O
Feeling like a G no comma I’m finna go
Bonkers on any aside a b*tch hit the floor
Riding like a whip with low mileage, who need some more?
[Hook: Problem]
Gas, gas, gas
Gas, gas, gas, gas
Gas
Who need some more?
Gas
Who need some more?
Gas
Who need some more?
Gas?

[Verse 2: Iamsu!]
And everywhere I go, I am more fly
And I don’t ride with pigs like security in bow ties
My city is a no fly zone, bullsh*t don’t fly
My last breath is how I.. approach mine
I don’t need a co sign, I don’t need a hand out
Let my nuts hang everyday I go commando
Handle my biz, like a wore suit
And I got work, I done had a horror too, horrible
And I gas like the damn chorus
n*gga born the truth, sting your ass like the hornet do
Try to warn the dudes, coke flow, got a bottom line, you can snort a few
Cop Jordans by the pair, actually I ordered two
Been winning but it’s more to do, and I know that
Me and problem go back, like throw backs, I throw racks
At broke cats, call it catnip, and I’m that dip
Everyday I’m always where the cash is
[Hook: Problem]
Gas, gas, gas
Gas, gas, gas, gas
Gas
Who need some more?
Gas
Who need some more?
Gas
Who need some more?
Gas?

[Verse 3: Los]
Bad boy!
Yo!, Ayo!
I just copped the drop, disgusting new rims
b*tch I get scratch like I’m scuffing new Timbs,
I could tell that b*tch bye like I’m f*cking two friends
Then I tell that b*tch bye like I’m f*cking two fems
Uhh gas honey for the head
Like f*ck the tooth fairy b*tch I’m money in the bed
Think my n*ggas loading up them 40 calibers to play?
My n*ggas throwing up flags like they challenging a play
Talk sh*t to the sun on a Sunday
Then put the heat to you like the sun do a sundae
See what happen to your b*tch when you half train her
She get smashed cause my swag on gas chamber
If I thought that she felt love I neglect her
I turn a bad b*tch to a belt buckle inspector
I like tricks, Like hoes, like sl*ts
If they ain't tryna f*ck, that’s a problem like..
[Problem] whaaat!!!!
Gas, gas, gas
Gas, gas, gas, gas
Who need some more?
Who need some more?
Gas, gas, gas, gas
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