BIG GAS

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Darkie, Isaiah Malik] Ahh, yuh Did you just make this shorter? (Yuh) Finna rap all my shit again, yuh [Verse 1: Isaiah Malik, Lil Darkie] Uh, ayy! The bigger the money, the bigger the bank (Uh, yuh, yuh, yuh) You niggas 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 fuck nigga licking my boots and I'll tell you the truth, hey yeah I couldn't fuck with a stranger I couldn't- (Yuh, yuh) I got Mary Jane in the safe call me "Big Bank Budda" Leave a nigga stain, I had him singing hallelujah He ain't got a brain that's why he looking so peculiar, bitch 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 nigga really jumping and he really can't fix that (Yuh, yuh) [Chorus: Lil Darkie] Big gas, big shit 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 cunts 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 shit all the time I do not fuck with, I do not fuck with that shit 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 shit Don't got what it take to fit in I'm on that face it bitch shit They on that racist pig shit She on that basic bitch shit 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 shit 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 cunts Took a trip once, I got big luck (Ay, ayy)