OG Gas

Lyrics

[Intro] What do you mean? Real motherfucking gas what I'm sellin' I count out nothing but blue Benjamins Longway, longway, blew out my ears, sound engineer OG! [Chorus] Real gas weed, On the Menu, what I'm selling Overnight shipping, in the morning time, trapping Overnight shipping, in the morning time, trapping OG Gas, OG Gas, OG Gas Real weed what I'm selling OG Gas, OG Gas, OG Gas OG Gas What you smelling [Verse 1] Whole lot of mother fuckin' bags, what I'm selling Got the street going crazy off the OG High Performance Catching like, 3, 4, skirts in the morning Sipping on lean, y'all niggas still yawning Country boy cashing out, nothing but blue hundreds Givenchy skinny jean, trap boy Garment Bricks of that Billie Jean, come make a hundred Trap or Die, Nigga, mother fuck 'your honor' In court smelling like a pound of marijuana Stingray Guiseppe, mixed with Iguana Looking like a Young Rich Nigga do numbers Still got fifty bricks stashed in my bumper Grind Baby Williams, bitch I'm a stoner Piped up, might see your bitch to move corners I make other bitches and send them back home Leasing your bitch, just for dome Ain't smoking my weed, roll your own Million Dollar Gas Spot in the trenches We trappin' right next to the dome Name a bud I ain't sold, wrap the Audi all gold Turn up on all of you hoe's... Good Gas, got it going for the low (Low-Low) [Chorus] Real gas weed, On the Menu, what I'm selling Overnight shipping, in the morning time, trapping Overnight shipping, in the morning time, trapping OG Gas, OG Gas, OG Gas Real weed what I'm selling OG Gas, OG Gas, OG Gas OG Gas What you smelling [Verse 2] Real weed what I'm selling, trapping with nothing but felons Thug Life, Makaveli, 6-0 Crip tatted across my belly Slangin' Famous Amos, Cookies from the Bay Hunnid-band hangin' out my pocket Longway Mail-man truck, coming down the One-way 4,5, boxes droppin' off on one skirt Gas Bags, gotta Bentley em out like a 'vert Playing with my money, your face on a shirt Young niggas coming like Sosa, Sosa, sent them Sitting on the sofa while I'm running through a milli' Rent man callin', saying he smell through the vents (Who cares?) 3 Gram doobie, I'm choking yo' bitch Tokyo Diamonds on the Rollie, so sick Hammer-time when I'm in the kitchen, whippin' bricks Gas, Marijuana, neighbors smell it Who gives a shit? Call twelve... Habitat Housing, we turned into trenches I told that bitch, I been breakin' bales on benches OG is what I intent to distribute... Been fucking up bands on bales Cavalli my body, I bet they remember me MCM money bag, Mason Margiela! [Chorus] Real gas weed, On the Menu, what I'm selling Overnight shipping, in the morning time, trapping Overnight shipping, in the morning time, trapping OG Gas, OG Gas, OG Gas Real weed what I'm selling OG Gas, OG Gas, OG Gas OG Gas What you smelling [Outro] Trap that shit, trap that shit Trap that shit, trap that shit Trap that shit, trap that shit Trap that shit, trap that shit