Why You Aint Put Gas In Da Car

Lyrics

[Intro] It's the dawg Yeah [Verse 1] I could make a mess, yeah I fuck up that check, yeah Cut and swerve the 'Vette On the Perc twelve, lift her dress I'm in the club shining Lot of drugs on me, yeah Lift my left wrist That's a flood warning Bitch the flood coming I'm a drug lord I been in drug wars I got a drug store Try and get rich from standing on that corner, Ion' know nun' 'bout the Forbes, yeah Pull up Aventador, yeah Bitch can't lift the door, yeah Baby it's the dog, and a bitch better not piss me off Talk like he with that shit, he soft Real sharpshooter when I grip the rod We make niggas make trips to God I get out the booth and get in that car Pass me the rock, I'll show you how to ball Six thousand dollars for my Audemars I just ran through the Tris, Imma order some more When it rain, it pour, can you weather the storm? Brick on my wrist, this shit hurting my arm Open and click on a nigga, that's word on my mom Before I was rapping, ran around with the bomb In a dope hole, working it all night long Nigga fuck you, I ain't finna right no wrong You don't hear no lie in none of my shit My gun ain't for show, I'm bumping this bitch I'm rocking my Js, too turnt in this bitch Nigga play with that fire, get burned in this bitch Forgiatos make it hard when I'm turning the wheel I fake him a story and burn him again I go over the limit when it come to the men I'm a one man army, I don't need niggas I bounce out soon as I see niggas The nerve of you, I can't believe niggas I'm icy like the Mr Freeze nigga They like "Pap, you gotta take it easy nigga" Three times three hundred for my jeans nigga Ion' wanna hear that make believe nigga The stove don't get a break from me nigga Auntie no this ain't the place to be nigga Real RX, Ion' know nun' different I'm strapped the fuck up when I go on a mission If you ain't spending no money, stay the fuck out the kitchen Ion' know what you thought, Imma handle my business When I'm back in, late night, handle my pistol Hollow point bullet, it'll damage your tissue Pressing it soon as I think it's a issue Micro drake get to kicking, jujitsu Enough in the drum to hit you and 'nem with you Where the hell you gone run when the reaper come get you? Even your tone, better watch who you speak to I'm a real deal smacker, I ain't one of them people My momma be scared I'll do something evil They gone love Pap like one of the Beatles It start in the street and in the street I'll keep it Auntie knock on the door, I'm like "Bye Felicia" In the club my J, don't try no reaching Button in my pants, I'm clearing the scene with it I know that's your bitch but I bet you I'll leave with her Who the fuck is dude, I never seen nigga Shot in the throat, make it hard to breathe nigga .50cal round, Desert Eagle nigga Drake keep going like I put some E in it Ion' know 'bout them, ain't none of the Vs rented Button on the back of the Glock, it keep hitting Aim at a nigga face and remix it Bro in the back like "Pap keep tripping" My shoes tied, won't see me slipping Broad daylight, they ain't see me hit him Everybody in town saying we did it I'm high as a bitch tryna tell 'em we did it Throw up gang signs like cheap liquor Toss the knock to the back, flea flick her