Gas & Mud lyrics

by

Kevin McCall


[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
Aye Scream, time to turn up my n*gga
I'm on my hood rich sh*t right now
I'm on my Brick Squad sh*t right now man
I'm on my trap God sh*t man, trap God man
It time to turn up, it time to go crazy out here man
You know what I'm talkin' bout?

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It's low down Gucci, steal ya bomb Gucci
Remember when I used to drive an old ass hooptie (f*ck it)
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 try to serve every God damn junkie
Smoking gas and drinking mud but you can keep your Budweiser
She's a blunt begging b*tch so I don't wanna stand by her
If you pour your ounces up then I don't wanna drink with ya
If you ain't gettin' money I don't wanna link with ya
I bring the pot to the water I could kitchen sink with ya
I had to kick you out the squad, you was the weakest link n*gga

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Gas, gas, you know I got the gas
93 octane, 4 thousand for a bag
Gas, gas, sell it really fast
The pack just came in, you know this sh*t the gas
Mud, mud, gotta keep it mud
800 a pint n*gga, I can't show you love
Mud, mud, you know I'm drinking mud
I might pour up the whole pint, cause I don't give a f*ck
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
All this mud drinkin' Bud stinkin', walkin' 'round the club n*gga
I'm a drug dealer, real killer, mean mugging f*ck n*ggas
I hope you looking for me n*gga I'm the one that shot your truck n*gga
And if you really wanna go to war then I don't give a f*ck n*gga
Got em Bentley with the paper tag, book bag full of gas
Pockets can't hold on all the cash, I can loan your ass some swag
And I pull that pistol fast PRPs hang off my ass
You save your money, buy the Jag' but b*tch I could go buy a jet
Remember 1996, the year that I robbed my connect
I wasn't even 20 yet, I-20 with 20 bricks
I done did all kind of sh*t, ya'll n*ggas just full of sh*t
I just drunk two pints today tryna drink the pain away

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Gas, gas, you know I got the gas
93 octane, 4 thousand for a bag
Gas, gas, sell it really fast
The pack just came in, you know this sh*t the gas
Mud, mud, gotta keep it mud
800 a pint n*gga, I can't show you love
Mud, mud, you know I'm drinking mud
I might pour the whole pint, cause I don't give a f*ck

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Love drankin' dirty, woke up really late
I used to drank up early, I like the way it taste
Drinkin' on this Actavis, I love to drank the grace
They catch you with these pints my n*gga you might catch a case
Flossin' tossin' up, proceed with caution
I'm the boss and I ain't takin no losses
Smoking gas, and I'm sippin' on poison
Pull the arm and I'm a hit my target
Caught a body but I beat my charges
Two Ferraris I got twin horses
New charger and I sat it on forges
G5 touchdown on Moreland
Poppin' pills like I hear voices
Me and Scooter just brought twin Porsches
Louboutins, but I wear em like forces
Burberry, my boxer shorts is
Louie V this where my shorts is
Sun valley that's where my heart is
26s so I'm sittin' real high, ride in the sky same place my lord is
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Gas, gas, you know I got the gas
93 octane, 4 thousand for a bag
Gas, gas, sell it really fast
The pack just came in, you know this sh*t the gas
Mud, mud, gotta keep it mud
800 a pint n*gga, I can't show you love
Mud, mud, you know I'm drinking mud
I might pour the whole pint, cause I don't give a f*ck
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