Gas Stove

Lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane] Where we at? Right by Libra? Churches? Okay! I used to walk 'round that corner right on Flintwood Pack your bag shorty with a 100 pounds of good I was trapping like a fool, me and FF Fool Kept that fucking tool, didn't go to school I was trapping like a bitch, I sold a lot of bricks I hit a lot of licks, I really don't give a shit 'Bout a pussy ass nigga, a pussy ass ho [Verse 1: ElCamino] Yo yo I'm baggin' up with Satin up We all rich, cuban link on lit Bitches on my dick Rollie case, you know we holdin' sticks Send many shots as you want, just make sure you hit Drive-bys in stolen whips, loaded clips [?] fits My shooter throw 'em like the old Vick He take your life and tell you hold this Stove lit, chrome shit open up your face and let you hold six Put up the bag, but all he wanted was his nose fixed You see me in the Benz, that's my old whip We millionaires that's why we roll thick Court-side with a bad bitch sippin' D'usse on some Hov shit I was on D-Block Now I'm on some all over the globe shit We on the road with the whole clique Out in Cali got bitches that I can go hit I'ma be rich long as the stove click [Hook: ElCamino] Yo yo I'ma be rich long as the stove click I'ma be rich long as the stove click [Verse 2: ElCamino] I'ma be rich long as the stove click I clean your brains off my shoe With the tissue you wipe your nose with Had meetings with bosses, we on our own shit When I speak you be talking so you don't know shit You ain't a boss when you owe shit You a bum and a homie shoulda never let you hold shit Gold wrist I'm lit, I keep a cold bitch I never love them though, cause you know how these hoes get Yo Poppin my shit, you probably seen me on the Forbes list I'm in a foreign you never know what hoe I'm with Thousand doller jeans I had the forty in The police on my ass here we go again