Gas

Lyrics

[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, cock 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 bitch, poppin' molly till I flip em We we bitch I'm on TV bitch, ain't pussy, ain't bitch 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 bitches charges yeah I got that plug And my goon nigga 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 bitch 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, bullshit 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 Nigga 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 Bitch I get scratch like I'm scuffing new Timbs, I could tell that bitch bye like I'm fucking two friends Then I tell that bitch bye like I'm fucking two fems Uhh gas honey for the head Like fuck the tooth fairy bitch I'm money in the bed Think my niggas loading up them 40 calibers to play? My niggas throwing up flags like they challenging a play Talk shit to the sun on a Sunday Then put the heat to you like the sun do a sundae See what happen to your bitch 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 bitch to a belt buckle inspector I like tricks, Like hoes, like sluts If they ain't tryna fuck, 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